Cold breeze
touched my face
sitting underneath
the tree of dawn thoughts,
While listening to
our favourite song
together reminiscence
came along.
How long am I dying?
How long am I easing?
How long am I bleeding?
How long does it take.
I was tasting my tears
and it's different from tears
that I released before
Is these tears what they call.
Tears of a broken heart.
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—t e k u j i ⚜
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Chained Hopes ✔[ Poetry ]
Poesia[completed] L o v e, T i m e & D e a t h L e t ' s b e g i n n o w. •Highest• ✒#91 (03-22-18)