What’d I give to feel the warmth of your touch again,
To hear your breath,
From deep within.
I’m so tired of thinking of your death,
Just wishing the pieces would recollect,
So this affect,
Would cease.
Your demise,
managed to snag a piece.
Of me,
Intact,
If only I could see,
Why you left me,
Why you died.
But sadly I cannot
Control these bitter feelings,
Pouring through my veins
Heart
and soul. ~Peacefulrock
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