Sweetest Touch
As she so carelessly walks by
her elegance fills the air
The beauty of her eyes
The flowing carelessnes of her hair
And it seems she doesnt mind
She sent me to despair
She can look into my eyes
as though she doesnt care
I still hate her with all of my being
I cant hate her enough
But that still doesnt mean
She doesnt have the sweetest touch
Copyright © Charles Jefferson | Year Posted 2012
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