Touch
The last time
you touched me,
i died a little inside.
Even though
i wasnt aware
it was going to be
the last time,
deep down inside,
a part of me
already felt it.
The way your fingertips
met my skin
like they were saying
goodbye forever,
and not like they were
planning to come back
anytime soon.
And the second
they said goodbye,
my skin felt cold.
Like an unknown country,
that would not be explored,
for a very long time.
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Sweetened daydreams
Poesiemy second poetry wattpad book, please don't use my poems without my permission.
