Sometimes in the middle of the night, all tangled up in his thoughts.
Sometimes in the morning, along with warmth rising in the sun rays.
She no longer was there for him to touch, to feel, but she still was there.
When he walked on the roads,
When it rained,
When the moon appeared,
When the ocean roared,
He felt her.
In every breath he took.
In every tear he shed.
In every pain he felt.
In every beat of his heart,
He found her.
"She is everywhere!" he finally whispered looking at the sky and yet again in the stars, he saw her.
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To those who got and then lost. Who live with missing someone dear everyday. :)
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
