Proof of Love
If I was to die tomorrow there’d be
No proof of my love for you
No photograph of me tasting your cherry lips
No sheets bearing the essence of your hips
Nor a million letters professing my love for you
You’d have to open me up and look inside
To see your hand’s imprint I secretly hide
The one my heart continues to bear
Since the day you touched me and left it there
No proof of my love for you
No photograph of me tasting your cherry lips
No sheets bearing the essence of your hips
Nor a million letters professing my love for you
You’d have to open me up and look inside
To see your hand’s imprint I secretly hide
The one my heart continues to bear
Since the day you touched me and left it there
Reacties op dit gedicht
| RadioFlyer: | Maandag, februari 22, 2010 18:48 |
| Thx for commenting! =) | |
| Autumn2: | Maandag, februari 22, 2010 05:40 |
| Prachtig geschreven! x | |
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| Auteur: RadioFlyer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 februari 2010 | ||
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