With my cheek pressed
against his chest,
the sound of his heartbeat
playing like a melody
in my ears, it's hard to
understand why it has
to end.
- E.A
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PoetryJust a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years. |On-going|
Why it has to end
With my cheek pressed
against his chest,
the sound of his heartbeat
playing like a melody
in my ears, it's hard to
understand why it has
to end.
- E.A
