Favorite Weakness
Mixed feelings
Boquet of thoughts
Hot now
Cold then
Infusion of emotion
Want to let you go
Want to hold you near
So far
But close
Make me cry
Make me smile
Leap for joy at thoughts of you
Your voice
my sinful delight
Guilty of missing you
Terrible weakness
You are to me
Copyright © Ann Okotha | Year Posted 2011
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