As i hold you, <br /> <br />Thick black hair, <br />Feels softer than i thought it would, <br />Passing through my fingers. <br />Strong physique, <br />So carefully structured, <br />As if you've been sculptured. <br />Wet brown eyes that take hasty glances at me, <br />So full of emotions that wait to be unleashed. <br /> <br />I wish i could be that person, <br />The one to release those pent up feelings, <br />To comfort you when your down, <br />And always be around. <br />What we had was nice, <br />Confusing, (Should i read into it or not?) <br />And a little surprising. <br /> <br />But i'm not the one, <br />And neither are you. <br />You're not the one i should be holding, <br />Should be comforting, <br />Should be wanting to have around. <br /> <br />So i'm left with that little niggling feeling, <br />The one that won't go away, <br />The one that keeps building up, <br />The feeling that is guilt.<br /><br />Lily Espinosa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mounting-guilt/
