The breeze whispers across my skin
like a moonlit reflection
in a sea of bliss.
A moment of regret
cast into the depths
of a heart grown weary
that aches for forgetfulness.
A single tear lost in a moment that tarries
it longs for a kiss, from the lips
of sugared honey- just one more moment
like this
in remembrance of the wind
that carries
the scent of freshly washed skin
in the salty drips
of a passion
that bleeds from within.
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Remnants of Broken Dreams
PoetryA journey of passions broken, through expressive poetry. Never look at my poetry at face value, there's always something deeper to consider. Take a moment and don't rush through it. I'm hoping that my poetry will make you feel what I feel or will...
