Lesbian Poetry

Is She Still Mine

looking for that something we must of had before so afraid maybe she doesn't want me anymore,
standing beside her being a friend,
praying that the romance hasn't come to its end.
wanting to hold her lips, arms to touch soft caress that i log for so much. trying to put aside so we can go on telling myself that what i want is just simply wrong.
hoping she will come back to me,
she's right here for my eyes to see,
but is she still mine?