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Maybe the ghost of his kiss never left
Even when he did long ago
Because I was able to feel it every night.
He left his marks
all over me before leaving
and I willingly let him do so
I let him walk inside the door of my heart
that was closed for so long
knowing he will walk in,
explore and break everything
that exists inside.
Before his departure, he made sure nothing was left
but the ghost of his kiss stayed
a constant reminder of
how he shattered me with every embrace.
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Velvet | Poetry |
PoetryMuch like the gentle and warm caress of velvet, this book is here to wrap you in its softness and warmth. Be at ease, you are safe within these pages. This is your sanctuary.
