Nothing is like the feeling of being empty, nothing but a body of no emotion. Nothing screams for you, nothing feels as good as her, she filled your days with pure bliss and now. She's gone into the wind with the colors of passion, she no longer has you. Her death gripped you and now look where you are. You're broken and trying to put yourself together once again. From the love you thought you knew was pure. It's only the beginning of someone new. The idea of someone else feeding your need of emotion is unreal and seems so fake. Since you can't even comprehend the thought of you feeling this naturally.
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
