Just because I’m not smiling
At you doesn’t mean
I don’t care
Just because I’m not holding you
doesn’t mean I don’t love you
If your taking my reserve as an offense
then you shouldn’t
because its my special
way of loving you
You see its so much more
than hugging and kissing
but more of what I feel for you
I think of you always and
Always wish our time together could
Last always
Touching you is only for the now
But can I touch you spiritually?
So when you see me
And you feel as though I don’t see you
Just know that I’ll always love you
And your on my mind too
Dominique,
Great poem, since you critiqued one of my most absurd poems that I have ever written, I thought that I would check out some of your stuff. I know that there is usually a reason for writing something, a hurt, a misunderstang, a betrael, an act of kindness. Thank you for contributing, this sounds like the beginning of a good song! Keep writing! --Sam