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Love is what is lost, not what is found
by Jolie JordanTonight,
She has the bluest eyes
I've ever seen
And,
I don't belong here
but Her fingers are soaring
through my strands
separating dark from darker
this is improper
..or so I've been told, but
Shes softer than any boy.
Tonight,
My cheek swiped hers
as she purposely exchanged
my breath
for her own.11/24/2003 Posted on 11/25/2003
Copyright © 2025 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/28/03 at 07:10 PM You have probably the best fitting titles in this folder than I have ever read. Great verse that really brings a passionate voice to exploration. |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 12/10/03 at 05:19 AM i must agree with max. your titles are SO well thought out! |
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