A Moveable Feast of Words

Am I poetic, or just another rambling man in love?
I want it to be easier and know it cannot ever be so.
I want you to love me, and have always feared those words that bind.
You know most of the places I hide and creep along a moveable feast of words.
I am naked for you and accepting me is now a chore for only you.
You ask for what you receive,
and to you I serve myself up.

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3 thoughts on “A Moveable Feast of Words

  1. lostinthearmsofdestiny says:

    Did you write this? This is really good!
    “I am naked for you and accepting me is now a chore for only you.”
    Favorite line. 🙂
    I’m a very mushy hopeless romantic so…yea.

    I’m Marie check out and follow my blog.

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