Not Enough

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By <font color=#FFFFFF>Convalescence</font>

You touch my hand, and our eyes meet. Your fingers close around mine. You touch my face, and I shiver. The feel of your skin makes me cry. You brush my tears to comfort me. I thought it could be forever. You pull me close, say you love me, and tell me it's perfect and pure. You touch my lips, and I touch yours. This is the way it should be. You touch my heart, and it breaks. How could you do this to me? You touched my life, now a memory. I thought that we were in love. Like an arrow pulled from it's quiver, for you--it wasn't enough.

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May 30, 2010 23:50CherryFender

This is amazing, keep writing!