Her hand, so close.
Our hopes, even closer.
I cry out to her as I reach out further. Our fingers touch,
but it's just not good enough.
I scream the word "No"
as we begin to part ways.
The very last thing that I hear her say, "I'm sorry my love, but it seems this is the last time... I love you always.." And with that, my life ended.
-Me (9/27/14)
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How I Really Feel
PoetryShort stories and poems, most of which are written at some of my lowest points. I've been writing a lot and sharing it to my Instagram, but I figured I'd give my inner thoughts for you here to look at. I'm going to be starting from the beginning, fr...
