Wind in my face blowing like knives
the sharpest edges are poking my eyes,
The sweetest voice that whispers at night,
The softest hands that rest on my thighs,
And I can feel them on my hips
the softest crumbled lips,
They're nudging my skin like small arrow tips,
I felt a tear roll down my face,
my body fell in sweet despair,
His last kiss, The last touch,
My last breath resting in his arms .
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Dismissed
PoetryAll the dismissed illnesses (depression , anxiety.. And so much more), animal abuse and other horrific problems in the world that not much people speak of, i'll try my best to depict every problem, illness or situation to others that just don't see...
