Warmth
A Poem by Inda
When you miss someone's warmth or tenderness. 
Warmth
Pinkish hue,
skies of blue,
Green eyes;
my lover cries.
Yellow
taxicab fellow,
brown paper bag,
-vomit stained rag.
Vodka on my breath,
Trying to forget
Her lips,
the warmth of her hips.
© 2013 Inda
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Inda you are exploring the roads you've traveled, and the stops you've made. ...beautifully. Well done
Posted 13 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
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13 Years Ago
Thanks Diego glad you reviewed. :)
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Added on January 10, 2013
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I love fiction that's gritty and honest and so my stuff is often times like that. I don't have as much free time as I'd like, but i will get to the request in time and appreciate anyone who takes the .. more..
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