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Essense of Love? PC

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Shes beautiful, but I know shes nothing.
We spent all night in my bed,
holding each other
and talking,
but I could never get past the point of comfort.
She held me tight,
her blues eyes glimmered as she
rested her chin on my chest,
smiling at me.

I wanted her, but there was nothing more
than physical attraction.
I just couldn't go past that point.
How could I just have sex for sex sake,
and not feel guilt when morning comes,
and I find those same shimmering blues
staring me right in the eyes,
looking for more than just attraction.

I guess I just couldn't feel,
but there was nothing in her that could bring
emotion to the drama that poured out of her mouth.
Drama, drama, drama,
as if the world revolved around it,
I felt void of myself even.
There was just nothing there.
And even after looking at her delicate face
and the perched mouth,
which would lure anyone into kissing it
I saw nothing.

We kissed for a while, but I couldn't bear to go on.
my mind was racing the whole time.
I wanted to just grab a hold of her and shake her,
I would of done anything to get more than drama
flowing through her thought,
but I gave up just in looking at her,
teeth all white,
those red pout lips caressing mine.
I gave in, the passion took me
and left me rocked and torn when things
were said and done.

What will come when dawn arises?