Every night I find myself in your arms. Every morning I wake up and you are not there. Why do I think about you when I am asleep? I can't help myself. I like you very much. If I had wings I would fly to you. Like Icarus who flew too close to the sun with his wax wings, I melt, until the morning. In my mind I am still with you.
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Love and other feelings: a poetry anthology
PoetryLove poetry from a disabled woman's perspective. WARNING: a bit raunchy! You've been warned :P
