The sandpaper feel of my heart against my chest,
Your eyes stare at me,
And no one else is in the room.
I miss those feelings wandering inside of me.
Those feelings of possible love and lust.
For me those eyes stole my life away from me,
Now if I had only had the strength against myself,
Maybe you would be mine.
Poem written by Jeremy C Kester
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