I've come to realise that I can express my emotions through words better than actions, be it anger or love, joy or sadness. I am not sure if everyone would be able to relate to my poems but even if it touches you in any tiny way possible, I'm glad I...
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Her lips were puffed Moistened by him, Her nose could still sense His intoxicating smell linger. Her cheeks were flushed And colour rose into them as she blushed, Her left ear was red With the way he’d nipped it. Her breathing, erratic Having held her breath during his touch, Her chest heaved As her lungs craved for air. Her head pained with pleasure With the way he’d tugged at her hair, Her back felt cold As she had been pushed up against the metal door. Her hands craved For the touch of his soft hair, Her heart wounded From his cruel stab. Pain That’s what she felt As she stood alone Left bleeding. Her eyes brimming with love Now filled with tears, Her eyes sparkling with emotions Now saw him for the last time. Her eyes, Beautiful blue Searched for his as her vision blurred. Her eyes, Closed. Never to see him again Never to see anyone again. Never, to see again. Her eyes, Never to be seen again…
