It's like a punch in the stomach
A slap in the face
A gunshot to the heart
When I remember us.Like milk for a sore throat
And light for a blind soul
It was temporary relief
A false hope I created.My hands shake
As I write this out
My heart breaks
When I see you downBut that doesn't matter
If I don't even
Get to see you
Anymore
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Plethora [Of Poetry]
PoetryLike watching a play of emotions from the front row seats. Plethora. _________________ Plethora [Of Poetry]. Original Poetry By @JeonDaokookie.