James

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    James

    Looking into your eyes as
    my fingertips trail across your skin.
    If I was ever more content,
    I surely don't know when.

    Your hair soft and smelling of jasmine,
    blonde curls brush your face.
    You roll over and wrap me in your arms,
    I feel at peace in your embrace.

    I open my eyes and I'm all alone.
    Your side of the bed, empty and cold.
    Tears threaten to spill over
    when I realize you're not here to hold.

    I want you here with me,
    Damn you for leaving my life in such haste.
    I miss your touch along my skin,
    your kiss so sweet, I still taste.

    Your eyes so dark blue
    they resemble a sapphire jewel.
    To think I could keep those treasures
    for myself, what a fool.

    I can't take back all those
    horrible things I did and said.
    There have been many days I've
    wished I'd have left you instead.

    I keep going over it all in my mind.
    And it just doesn't seem fair.
    A life stolen for drugs by
    an addict who didn't care.

    The fact that he is your brother
    was the worst of it all.
    I see just how far crack-cocaine
    can make a person fall.

    I'll never forget you and
    I'll love you until my very last breath.
    And as long as I live
    I'll never be over your death.



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    muttman1 commented on James

    02-05-2009

    deep and a tear jerker

    cookie commented on James

    12-05-2008

    i can feel the emotion. good job. just a suggestion--read over and see if you can make a couple changes for "flow". ex: last line in the first stanza reads smoother with "remember when" instead of "know when". see what i mean. keep writing.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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