Back To The Past Read Count : 44

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?"

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  • Jun 05, 2022

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