How can you say you love;
when you've only touched my skin.
Haven't you seen the dark world I hide;
that's been growing deep within my wrists.
Haven't you heard my ribs cracks;
behind the veins of my vines.
You haven't been around long enough;
to make our existence so touch.
Have you ever swam beneath the waterfall;
of my tears that splash down my spine.
Lying just inside my beating heart;
you promised me a new start.
Swaying back with the breeze;
you've always tend to tease me.
When my flowers are fully bloomed;
you are able to leave soon.
Have you climb my breaking branches;
that wrapped around my lungs to dance.
If you don't think my winter is cold;
than you don't deserve my spring.
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His Hold
PoetryA poem could be filled with so much emotion. A poem could have more than one story in just one poem. It could have different meaning to different readers. It could make you think differently on a certain topic or subject in life. These poems are to...
