i miss the way our bare bodies would touch,
and by that one touch, my skin would burst into flames.
I miss the way our bare souls would connect,
how you knew every little flaw about me,
and I knew every little perfect think about you.
I miss the way our heart would beat together,
and how it was our lullaby goodnight.
I even miss the way you would tell me how beautiful I looked,
making me believe it.
But most of all, I just miss you.
And that alone is enough pain to last forever.
//d.f.
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Voices
PoetryVoices in my head, that need to be heard. Voices in my head, roam free, like a bird. *Book of poems written by myself.*