Category : Poems

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I would like to warm myself
 In your arms, 
But your skin is cold
 And your eyes are foreign. 

 I would like you to caress me,
 To touch me, to speak,
 But your hands reject me, 
And your fingers become tongs.

  I would like to sing you songs,
 Read poems, kiss your mouth, 
But you are made of stone 
And nothing can touch your heart.

  I would like to kiss your eyes 
To hold your hand, 
To hug you tight,
 But I know you don't care 
And I can't do anything about.