Still breathing
Not doing much living
Pillows drenched
Dark, cold out
Resembles my soul
I can't go a day without hearing from you.
I get worried.
I should snip the thread that is holding us apart,
But I do not want to lose you.
Heart breaks,
Whilst counting seconds.
Slow, draining process.
Couch is my death bed
And I cry myself to sleep on it every night.
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoésiePoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
