Without Her Read Count : 22

Category : Poems

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The rain from the clouds reaches my brown eyes,
My lips from fear hide their laughter.
I remember fragments of dreams, 
I don't know who I am without love. 

 Bones made of ashes, 
Feelings made of smoke.
 Dust in the skin,
 Mud over boots.

I remember everything I lived, 
I don't smile at bad jokes or fake news.  
Music gives me a state of finding myself 
Through lyrics... wondering...
 Do I really want to live like this 
Until the end of my heartbeat? Without her?

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  • Apr 08, 2021

  • beautiful ma'am

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