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Past His Game

Poetry By: Emily Johnson
Poetry



He plays, toys with me. How do I get through to him? ...


Submitted:Nov 20, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


Walking through the hall almost going the wrong way I correct myself

When he appears.

He is way too close for me to keep still.

I love him.

And I know somehow he loves me, still.

How can he still have such an impact

After two years not together?

He has sent me a challenge. And

I can get through the first force-field.

But the next is like,

Impossible.

How can I escape the fate

Of waiting

When I have the need

To be his

And only his

What dangers I will throw myself in

To have him save me?

I tense as he is close; because he is so…

Fifty shades of amazing.
(got that from the quote "50 shades of fucked up" in 50 shades of grey)

I want to kiss him.

What is stopping me?

I almost wish I could just look in his eyes and

Him grab and hold me tightly.

Kiss me
and tell me the three words that will,

Set us free. <3





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