Alone

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The many joys of being able to be with someone,
The way their smile can brighten any day,
The way you can't help but smile when just thinking of them,
The laughter and passionate thoughts that fill your dreams,
as they lay there next to you,
The touch of their skin and the feeling of their breath,
All the many joys of careing for someone,
And being cared for in return.
None of these simple joys and pleasures come to me now,
The common smile that once so easily cam across my lips,
is now but a fleeting memory, just beyond my grasp.
These joys and more I do not have,
For I am alone.
By myself to wonder what could have been,
and what will be.
How I long to feel the touch of another,
to hear their gales of laughter along with mine,
And to see a smile upon their lips,
as i pull them close to mine.
Will these things come back to me,
Will I experience these joys with anyone again,
I do not know,
For I cannot see beyond my own broken heart,
And as I am,
Right now,
I am alone.

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duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
changes.

Sometimes the passage of time changes everything ~ what once was - can be no more.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Work on it some more;

Break it into strophes, work on punctuation;

Some sentences are fine, some way too long, and one long interogative ends, finally, with a period.

That little work should put more kick into these words.

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