Can you feel my hands gently caress your cheek,
Or my soft whispers dance around your ears,
Do you still hold our memories,
Or have you hidden them in a vault,
Your voice still lingers in this still air,
And our memories play like an endless reel,
Are you able to remember our promises made in honest,
Because they have written themselves in my mind,
Forever reminding me of what once was,
Of what will never be.
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Dark Poems and Short Writings
PoetryWARNING: If you don't like very dark poems with violence I will say this once DO NOT READ but I would hope you do give it a chance. This is for mature and people that won't be triggered by blood, depression, and other things but instead of flagging...
