Im begging,
begging for your
affections,
could you place
a penny in my palm,
or dimes upon my eyes?
I think I'll die
if you dont fall for me.

I am humble and blindly in love with you,
hands outstretched,
scrambling for the warm of your arms
and the smell of your skin.

12/02/2009

Posted on 12/03/2009
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