“On The Edge”
By Anglia Emmendorfer
If dreams were made to come true
Then darling you were not there.
Reaching out in the night
To feel your warmth
Listening to your breathes
Kissing your warmth
Ever so gently
You in your dreams
Laying next to you
Yearning for your sweet arms
Around me.
Realizing this is not True Love.
My body quivers for the love
You are not able to share.
The feeling of falling
Deep into the night.
Chants unheard vibrates
Within my soul.
On the edge of night
Is
better then the fall.
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