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two hearts
interlinked.
we beat at the same rhythm.
I can smell your scent lingering on me,
it lingers in the air and on my bedsheets.
I can feel your hands,
wrapped around me in a tight embrace.
I want to hold you.
your body, soul, and ghost.
if you died,
I'd hold to your corpse
until I started to rot with you.
until we both turned to grass.
YOU ARE READING
the poems from the heart.
Poetryi write from the heart, words spill out as i type mindlessly, i love to write, and if you're like me, or even not at all. enjoy the words i share, and find love in mine.
