🌹🌹 It is begun the feeling that the end has come....
I feel so cold staring at the ceiling.
I try to remember the warmth of your skin
the sweet nothings you confessed me at night
the way your thick eyelashes guarded the whispers of your eyes
when I used to fall asleep only listening to your steady heartbeat
the way your lips kissed my unbearable pain away.
Those lips are my blades
.....so kiss my wrists for one last time. 🌹🌹
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Poetry is the portrayal of life 🌟✨
PoetryHello guys! This is a collection of poems that I created for everyone's satisfactions. The themes are different..they vary from love to jealousy from loneliness and depression to happiness and passion. I really hope that you will consider this work...
