I can feel it.
The beating pulse in my neck craving your lips.
You’re the blood that flows freely in my veins searching for some kind of empathy and soul.
My heart it begs for yours against my chest.
But then you realized that I was a useless puppet that no longer had strings to hang on to.
So you stopped.
You let go
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Author:
http.gina (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i wrote this thinking about a person who is no longer in my life but this is what would happen when i would think of him
- Category: Love
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