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Last Kiss, We Couldn't Share (Yama)
Sitting by the window
I often see you there,
A tear falls down my face
Knowing you are elsewhere.
I look toward the trees
All I can do is stare,
A weather beaten stone
It keeps me well aware.
I miss you, oh, so much
The way you touched my hair,
And the way you kissed me
Upon my skin, so bare.
Every night I dream
It is you, by the stairs,
You quickly fade away
Last kiss, we couldn't share.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Jan.23/2007
I saw a complete picture in my head and this spilled out onto paper.
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Last Kiss, We Couldn't Share (Yama)
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