It has been a while since I last crave
for someone's touch.
To put both of my hands
against someone's cheeks
and breathe life
through someone's lips.
I've never felt this since forever.
The ache of someone's presence
that I've never even held once.
I don't know when will this feeling
of need to hold someone ends.
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Peace with Myself
PoetryThese poems are here to give light in times of darkness, to make aware that darkness exist and that darkness can be conquered. Peace with Myself is a collection of poems from my journal for almost three years and finally, I am sharing it to the worl...
