Afraid to move …. might wake you up
Here cradled in your arms 
I feel your breath upon my neck
Your body feels so warm. 

I’m marred by loss of virtue
Too ashamed to face the truth
Afraid to try and walk away
Afraid of waking you.  

No meaningful attachments
My focus set on you
No friends that I can turn to
I don’t know what I should do.

A pitiful existence
Living out your fantasies
A life that’s lived for someone else
Leaves nothing left for me.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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