Was ever meant for just one face,
One set of arms to hold it tight,
One set of lips to make it right,
My mind is blank and disbelieving,
That lover’s touch won’t leave you grieving,
Seems to make more sense to me,
Hold him tonight then set him free,
Never look back in anger or unrest,
Deafened ears to his protest,
Lustful hands and wanting eyes,
Need no excuses, need no lies,
A passing glance as I walk by,
He doesn’t know me, I don’t try,
A fickle emotion love may be,
Imagination can twist the memory,
Interpretations of reality are relative,
Never get back all you give,
The human race so selfish and cold,
No room for the bashful only the bold,
Don’t covet my heart for it’s made of stone,
Not long lips like these remain alone,
He watches clocks tick away and minutes slip by,
I’m onto another, I’m blind to his cry.
Megan Forrest
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