After reading my poetry you put my book down and kiss my nose.
"I hope your voice is always as strong as your bones," you smile.
And I hold you and anchor myself to this time, fore a fear that I may fly away with a small gust of wind.
I hope you don't feel me fading into your arms.
I have started to become small and frail.
I bite my tongue.
I will not tell you to not bet my words on my body because my bones are eroding to a golden colored dust.
By next month, nature shall have taken her course, and I will have vanished into the sun.
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Poetry"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am...
