My words will burn for you, and forever they will be.
Not until my heart becomes whole again,
will I let you set free.
My hands you won't be feeling,
but my voices you'll keep on hearing.
And every night, they will haunt you
as my image keeps reappearing.
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Bookworm's Heart (#3 HL:A)
PoesíaMy thoughts, books, and the magic they bring. Started: July 20, 2024 Finished: September 30, 2024 #3 poetrycollection #6 prose
Living Dead
My words will burn for you, and forever they will be.
Not until my heart becomes whole again,
will I let you set free.
My hands you won't be feeling,
but my voices you'll keep on hearing.
And every night, they will haunt you
as my image keeps reappearing.