The Old Road
Well isn't this familiar,
The feeling of comfort in your arms,
The expression on your face
When I run my fingers through your hair
I know we've been down this road before
And we both know it didn't work out well
But I can't help but find you magnetic
With your smile
Your touch
The sent of your cologne
I'll never forget it for as long as I live
Your head in my lap as I caressed your skin
I knew you weren't tired
That you just wanted to be with me
And no matter how hard I try
No matter how much I attempt to refuse
Still yet I find myself in that same familliar place
Still yet I find myself attracted to you.
This poem was written by Cel Laroque on May 28, 2007.
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