Feeling Comes from Touch
I can still feel your lips on mine.
Your touch.
I can still feel the feeling it brought to me.
Your touch brought feeling to me.
No, not just feeling.
Feelings.
They brought love.
Your touch brought love.
I fell in love with that touch.
I Remember Vivid Colors
I remember you.
You're so vivid in my dreams,
My memories.
Your hair still flows in those beautiful locks.
You liked to dye your hair.
No, you loved it. You loved color.
You said it brightened the world.
Color brightened the world.
You were my color.
You brightened my world.
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With Her Must I Wonder
Poetry"I often dream of memories. Or rather, my memories have just become dreams to me. Wishes and wants that I will never have." What would you do if you lost the lost of your life? How would you handle it? Could you handle it? This is a collection of po...
