I hold your hand as my thought race.You my glorious little creature will find someone new like everyone else.im nothing special especially compared to your unmatchable beauty.The way you smile makes your eyes crinkle in the cutest way and your glasses lay gracefully on you face.You make my heart dance with every move you make, every graceful touch.Your sweet lips against mine makes my sad cold heart a moment of life. But one day you'll leave me and I don't think I'll be able to breathe without my lungs
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Poetry For The Hurt And Loved
PoetryHello, Chris here welcome to my collection of poems. I love them... Mostly but thank you for reading hope your having a good day. Drink some water stay safe gb. 🐖
