Gothic Poetry

Walking through the late night mist

Lost in thought

How I wish for a tender kiss

Fingers tracing slowly along my lips

Mind and body only able to reminisce

Steady footsteps take me further away

While my mind stays in the same place

A cool breeze gently caresses my face

Like gentle fingers against my skin 

A warmth spreads through from within

The thought of you 

My heart, my love not wearing thin

Forever yours

It'll beat again 

And again

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-Tanya Petkau