Mistress
My comfort does lie not in the compassion of your companionship, even as I lay the weight of my heart on your shoulder, but in the deep knowledge of the promise that you will never say “I love you.”
Charles Coakley Simpson
This entry was posted on December 29, 2012 by Charles. It was filed under Poetry and was tagged with Companionship, Compassion, Loneliness, Poetry, Solace, Trust, Understanding.
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December 29, 2012 at 1:00 pm
and sometimes that freedom is nice too…..nicely written as always
December 30, 2012 at 1:36 am
You exactly know how to use and position these words Simply beautiful
January 5, 2013 at 2:27 pm
You are exceptionally talented
January 7, 2013 at 2:59 am
I see you still need few words to speak volumes this was exceptionally good
March 1, 2013 at 12:10 pm
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Reblogged this on Monk's Catacomb.
December 29, 2012 at 1:00 pm
and sometimes that freedom is nice too…..nicely written as always
December 30, 2012 at 1:36 am
You exactly know how to use and position these words
Simply beautiful
January 5, 2013 at 2:27 pm
You are exceptionally talented
January 7, 2013 at 2:59 am
I see you still need few words to speak volumes
this was exceptionally good
March 1, 2013 at 12:10 pm