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You breathe inside my brittle bones
They're ringing like vintage phones
So now an' then, a whisper of yours
Makes its way in my veins an' soars
All the way up to my drunken mind
Only to cause our images to rewind
Oh they so hurt me, your memories
All the old polaroids 'n' gone stories
Will you steal my every alive piece?
Can't you leave my system in peace!
I hate it when you rush in my veins
For my body shakes with soft pains
You keep rattlin' my bones like toys
No please, I'm not covered in alloys
I'm capable of really breakin' down
Oh why are you making me drown?
Into deep seas of your lost presence
It hurts to feel, I am your past tense
That you do not desire me anymore
Your absence haunts me to my core
And just when I start feeling hollow
I hear something constant and low..
They're ringing like vintage phones
Oh no! You're still inside my...
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brittle bones
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Nostalgia | ✔
PoetryHighest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016] ~Nostalgia~ It's delicate, but potent. The pain from an old wound. A twinge in your heart.. Far more powerful than memory alone A feeling of a place Where we... Ache To Go Again. -My thoughts. My word...
