The snow falls beneath our feet
The breath of your lover standing next to you freezing in the wind
The warm you feel inside when your lover holds you close
The feeling of joy laying in bed with a lover
The feeling of hope when your lover speaks
The feeling of love and desire when your lover kisses your skin
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Then the feeling of emptiness when you wake up
The lost felling of hope and joy
The everlasting moment of sorrow when you realize that you no longer have that love and joy
Then you seem to forget the broken dreams and love what you have
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❞The Art Of Pain❞ ➵ {Poetry}
Poetry❝The art of pain is as beautiful as rose petals and yet as painful as the thorns to accept it is as accepting being pulled apart piece by piece and still living❞ ((Trigger warning, some mention of self harm))
