A broken heart an empty room
A heaving breast that goes untouched
A velvet thigh no lovers blush
No lips to part
No gentle kiss
No skin to stroke or hand to hold
No meeting story to be told
The night has gone the daytime hours,
are not so cold with sun and flowers,
but night time comes around too soon.
Another sigh up to the moon.
(c) Copyright 2016 Tina Cox
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