So i've finally got round to posting on this again. I've been busy this summer with Beach mission, camp and lots and lots of work :-S I'm insanely tired considering I havent actaully done anything although I have upped my poetry production quite considerably.

On A Pier (Left Alone)

She is walking away,
All my hopes follow her,
My kisses wisp and swirl,
Like missiles after her.

I crave,
Just a hug and a feel of warmth.
A gaze,
of not lust but love.
To have her back in my arms,
But she is walking away.