"Nothing pains me more than to see you lying on the floor with shattered heart and rotten lungs.
I close my eyes and pass the melancholy months.
Without you, my life is hollow,
I can't breathe, I can't swallow.
Why did you have to dive into the void without me?
Did you think that dying would set you free?
I can still feel your skin on my lips,
Your cold hand still lingers around my hips.
'Come back to me', I plead you,
I wish I could undo,
Your death and your past,
I wish I could turn our story into a first draft."
A.S
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Creation of Rainbows (A book of Poetry)
Poetry"The rain fell hard on the broken ground, it never stopped it's loud and painful sound. The world crumpled into darkness, the one crying for years was a total mess. He was just waiting for a single glow, but the time he was living in was going slow...
