If my heart throbs once more
Maybe there'll be no blood left to pour
When my chest aches violently
And my vision has no chance to restore
Cold sweat on my fingertips as I anxiously open the door
My legs constantly tremble as they slowly glide across the floor
It's only a matter of time
Before I have to face you
And remember all those memories in my mind I can't ignore
And it doesn't matter if you offer me Chanel or Dior
The pain will always remain the same, just as it did before
There's nothing you can do to take away the trauma that's been poured
You'll forever be dead to me
Although I wish you'd come back to me once more
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LH Writings: A Collection of poetry
PoetryThis book is a collection of poetry that I have written in the past 3 years. It includes feeling of love, hate, grief, and vulnerability. I have written these in my lowest moments and I want to share my experiences through my poetry! I hope you enjo...
