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And I sit here waiting,
Realising I am not to you what you are to me,
But still I sit in the false hope,
That you will make time, or at least remember-
When you touched me, how I felt-
The scent of my strawberry lips against your rough skin.
Utterly forbidden, but still we pressed
Your words and promises easily filled and were never kept,
And here I sit in my minds lie, that in a moment - our indecent times you will not forget.
Was it so easy for you to take me? 
Or was I in a crises of 'love make-believe'?
You have scarred me with your silence-
But KNOW, I'm still here if you remember to taunt my heart with your unclear tease. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 10/26/2017 3:06:00 AM
- Welcome to Poetry Soup with your first poem Maria, hope there will be many more in the future - // S.S.
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Date: 10/22/2017 8:27:00 AM
This isnot Abecedarian, but Free verse. Or maybe Prose. That said, I like your poem, and love that final line. Welcome to PoetrySoup :)
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Maria Riordan
Date: 10/22/2017 12:18:00 PM
Hi, thank you for pointing that out... my mistake. I live that you read it and more that you liked it. Thank you.