You Touched Me
My eyes light up,
My heart races,
I get excited,
I've just seen you.
I close my eyes,
My heart skips,
I'm utterly relaxed
I'm holding you
My eyes are cloudy
My heart hurts
My body's numb
You're leaving me.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Love's end | 1 | 02/12/2010 |
| Things I hate about you | 0 | 02/12/2010 |
| Negligee' | 0 | 11/09/2009 |
| Love N Pain | 1 | 11/07/2009 |
| You Touched Me | 0 | 11/07/2009 |
| It's Insanity | 1 | 11/07/2009 |
| Mother | 0 | 11/07/2009 |
| Indecision Of Love | 0 | 06/27/2009 |
| Dreamer | 1 | 06/25/2009 |
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