Loving and hurting still…

Id like to feel that warm sensation

The little shivers in my spine

It happens each time

Your voice carries on with me

Your words are like warm winds

Your sunshine fills the cobwebbed corners of my mind

Heartstrings plucked letting forth a melodious cry

You’ve left behind a feather from your angel wings

But in essence

Every part has its’ place

People either belong or don’t belong together

Where did you find me,

when you saw me last?

Was I something from your imagination?

Did you really touch my face in your sweet comfortable way?

My existence is questionable at this point

Now I am beaten and bruised

Defenseless of my own accord

Gladly laying down all weapons

Surrendering to an unseen force

Illuminated by the glow of teardrops in the darkness

Bitter salty signs of life,

Just the way I feel sometimes

My breaths keep getting caught on the silence

The dreaded silence has suspended itself over us in midair

It is the blanket that will never keep you warm

Such a simple thing, really

You just find a lot of things to pass the time

As Im just waiting for nothing in particular

But for something nonetheless.

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