Winter breeze hits my cheeks,
Stings like a stale kiss,
I miss all the faces of you,
Your hands caressing my skin,
Trees are pale,
They wave me along,
Looking for some direction, i follow,
I long for you to leave her arms and forever be in mine.
My cheeks stay pale and long for a kiss of life,
Charcoal pupils with no life left,
A hollow exsistence,
No matter who comes along to revive me,
Their life disperses through me,
Because they aren't you.
Please tell me what you think
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" I miss all the faces of you."
I adore this line, it makes too much sense.
Short and simple, but certainly not sweet, almost painful.
Great write x
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that is a very good poem.. kinda reminds me of how i feel right now, But u did a WAY better job of putting it then i ever would...
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