Category : Poems

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She is at the end of my shoulder, 

My thoughts take me back to the past.  

When our lips danced together, 

Now our breath binds to our scars.
I can't move my arm 

For fear of waking her up.

I don't know why I'm here stuck 

With thousands of: "What?"
My skin grows colder

 And my lips freeze.

I hold the tears of the ocean

 Under my skin.
She is at the end of my shoulder,

I am at the end of our love.

I'm stuck here

With thousands of: "Why?"