She layed in bed and thought about all the times your gentle hands touched her own
She thought about the few seconds she felt okay when your sweet lips met hers
But with one swift motion her mind switched from happy memories to sad truths
Your hand held onto hers so tightly... just to let go
Leaving it empty and cold
Your lips grew sour and left a bitter taste on her tongue
Your warming presence only got further and further away
Until the only thing left that emitted warmth was the pile of blankets in which she balled herself into
In hopes that the pain might fade away if she were unconscious
That just maybe she wouldn't feel the hurt if she were to fall fast asleep
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Beyond The Mask
PoetryPoems and Writing that truly make me feel alive, things that make me feel as if I can change the world or make an impact on someone that doesn't know how to put their feelings into words. I spent hours and hours looking through quotes and stories th...
