Brown

© 2008 Donald Pierce

I live for each hug
And die for each kiss
I breathe for the smell
And long for the touch

But yet,

When alone

I sit and question
What I truly miss
It’s not these ties
But her deep brown eyes.

March 31, 2008. General Poetry. No Comments.

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