Pheonix791989
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this poem I wrote a while ago. Its hard to put down because I lost the paper a long time ago but that wouldnt do me any good now.
i want to feel your hands on my face,
the coolness of water running down,
the soft ness of grass and the warm sunshine,
I want your touch to be the thing,
that shows me how to live.
I want to know you more now,
the only thing holding me by a thread.
the last thing I saw was you.
I remember your face
your beautiful eyes.
Your hands guide me through my life
a soft touch like a butter fly of my old memory
all because I'm different
they think because I cant see them
that I dont hear what they say.
You show me everything through your eyes.
ok thats it. I think that was how I origanily wrote it two years ago. I had an accident and this is what I wrote to help deal with what had happened.
i want to feel your hands on my face,
the coolness of water running down,
the soft ness of grass and the warm sunshine,
I want your touch to be the thing,
that shows me how to live.
I want to know you more now,
the only thing holding me by a thread.
the last thing I saw was you.
I remember your face
your beautiful eyes.
Your hands guide me through my life
a soft touch like a butter fly of my old memory
all because I'm different
they think because I cant see them
that I dont hear what they say.
You show me everything through your eyes.
ok thats it. I think that was how I origanily wrote it two years ago. I had an accident and this is what I wrote to help deal with what had happened.