My bed is still warm
From where we once laid
My ears can still hear
The remnants of your laugh
My eyes deceive me
Into believing
that I can still see
Your ever bright smile
I swear,
I can still feel your lips
Pressed firmly and passionately
Against my own
When I open my eyes,
You are no longer
With me
In this state
Of bliss
I miss every
Aspect of your being
But what I long for most
Is to feel your breath
Against my skin
One last time
Before the clock unwinds
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just a thought
Poetryhere's some poetry on my life the struggles I have faced the nights I have cried the laughter that has brought me joy and the pain that has wounded me deeply join me now, in this madhouse city disclaimer: comment away, as long as you have something...
