Crying.
You aren't here to hold me.
Craving.
Your love has yet to be mine.
Killing.
Every cell that wants you.
Existing.
My sticks and bones've created a crew.
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Love Poems
Poetry"The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it"-Nicholas Sparks
#44
Crying.
You aren't here to hold me.
Craving.
Your love has yet to be mine.
Killing.
Every cell that wants you.
Existing.
My sticks and bones've created a crew.
