The faint memory of his lips reside on hers,
her fingers lightly touching her bottom lips as her
S T A R R Y eyes stare at the ceiling above her.
The faint memory of his warm and tight embrace,
shielding her from the
W O R R I E S
and DEMONS that lurk in the shadows of her mind.
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Pomegranate Seeds at Modnight
PoetryShort chapters filled with emotions, breakdowns and heartbreaks. Some parts are memories/moments that go on in my life.
