My memories like rain
Are covering me
Soaking my skin
And this sick feeling in my stomach
Grows cold with every second
I miss your taste
The feeling of skin to skin
And my weight against your body
I miss your hugs
Your gentle lips against mine
And my heart races
With every random thought of you
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Author:
MrNobody40 (
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Comments4
Contact so important in human affairs whether mental, emotional or physical it is the glue that holds us together. A lovely write
A lovely write of missing one and contact and comfort they bring, nicely expressed
Love it
A good poem about a broken heart. Enjoyed very much and can sympathize. Even the heart can heal. 🙂
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