maybe the heart

maybe the heart

A Poem by Not Afraid of Bruises

The feel of your arms against my waist as we dance slowly in
the dark the park is silent and still
and the last dog walkers have left,
leaving us the only people left in this little world.

And there is so much I would do
if only I knew that you'd be here when I came back that
would would dance this way again, without music
on top of this hill where I can forget
that I have never been held like this that

I have never been cherished.

And there is a shock of memory the next time I walk there,
knowing we sat on that rock
that we kissed under that tree and thinking

this is the first time I've been here since he stopped calling me.


© 2009 Not Afraid of Bruises

Author's Note

Not Afraid of Bruises
honesty is the best medicine :)

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Added on April 25, 2009


Not Afraid of Bruises
Not Afraid of Bruises

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