From the warmth of
your hand to the
tips of your fingers
I swear, it has been months
yet the feeling still lingers
From the smiles you make
to the kisses you gave
Oh how I wish it wasn't put all to waste
-I wish I could feel it all over again.
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Poetry- how I breathe through the never-ending madness in my mind. [ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 ] Highest Rank: #130 in Poetry #38 in Brokenhearted #8 in Venting
