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Fumbling fingers, And the clickety clack of the keyboard... Sitting close to the screen so you never miss a thing. Like a mad man and an interesting wall. Dreaming of animation and embraces that will never come for a wall is a wall is a wall. On the edge of your seat and half out of your mind for this fingertip romance. "You don't understand. This person's one of a kind. I'm far too shy to do this in.... Life. You will never understand me like she does. Oh, the curves of her.... Arial font. She always Laughs Out Loud at my jokes... not like you." No, not like me. I can only stand here, it seems. Flesh - wanting your flesh... capable of running my fingers through your hair ...and there would be warmth in my *hugs* Your Peter Pan kiss isn't the thimble I could place in your hand, or my lips against yours... It's the :* that you're dying for.... Everything she pretends to be and without a computer screen to separate us. So why do you love her And not me? |
i dont no what to say.... it was very remindive ( is that even a word?) | Posted on 2011-03-29 00:00:00 | by chiatealover | [ Reply to This ] | wow amazing. This poem brought me back to when I was younger. | | Posted on 2008-09-17 00:00:00 | by HimeManko | [ Reply to This ] | Cute. thumble? | | Posted on 2008-09-13 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | |