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In Conflict With Myself
FS (02/10/1992 / sheffield)

In Conflict With Myself

Poem By Gajanan Mishra

The smallest touch,
Made my heart race,
My chest pound.

The smallest touch,
Would send me Insane,
And drive me wild.

The smallest touch,
Would warm up even,
The coldest of nights.

The smallest touch,
Would brighten up,
Even the darkest of days.

The smallest touch,
Would fill my dreams,
And make my life whole.

The smallest of touches,
Would mean the world,
But cost nothing at all.

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Comments (4)

Like this Frankie. Like it a lot. Often can say the most with the least words. Keep writing at all costs.
very concise and beautiful!
Excellent romantic poem Frankie...10
Love this Frankie! Totally agree with what you're saying. Love the repeating of the phrase as it builds and builds and builds up...driving the point home. With the smallest of touches you say so much and say it so well. Beautiful poem! love Donall