Sometimes, I revisit the
heartaches, cause if takes me
back to your memory once
more, then I'll not forget
what I had with you.
I will not forget
how your breath felt on
my neck, your lips on mine.
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Vulnerable
PoetryBe careful to whom you give your heart; they don't have to be perfect, but they need to be consistent in how they apply themselves through the right efforts. I, of mind, body, and spirit am vulnerable. Once a woman who thought that happiness was bro...
