Light lips
Fragile is your skin
A crack in your heart
Sleep is delicate for me not you
Your sleep is guaranteed now
It won't falter at its best
Closed eyes
Lifeless hands
The cold spreads
From your soul to mine
Dead at heart
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
