Here's another poem. Hope you dig it! - Scott* Thirst of Passion
I feel a hand fumbling through my hair, Then to my face, And I woke to see hers; Hers was the face I'd adore, Remember, Cherish, And of course love; But what I can't handle, What keeps me awake at night, Is that she was never even there...
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Mark "Scott" Raineri
Independent Filmmaker & Photographer who likes crafting evocative and iconic images. |