soft skin
with living marks
proving her breath
decorating with sparksvoice so pure
guides me drunk
didn't even notice
while I sunkher words tell
tell me stories
each single one
shines in its gloriesher elegance
heads turn to her
only trace she leaves
is a blurhow much I love
I love her to death
would sacrifice
my last breathoh how none can relate
understand my desperation
god's most beautiful
and perfect creationhow her mistakes
turn into blessings
how her pain
is her prettiest dressingheaven only knows
my hearts aches
to just see her
commit her mistakenobody other than
only myself
oh to know her beauty
is most highest wealthmy heart aches
its overwhelming
life becomes harder
while knowing she's existingmy hand on my chest
holding me tight
oh how my body is
fighting for its lifeso hear my screams
my love for her
the picture in my mirror
what a selfish cure
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Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.