Just A Thought
i found every poem
i ever wanted to write
in those tiny spaces
between her skin
and mine.
But can someone
tell the birds
she's gone?
They're still singing for her
and it's breaking
what's left of my
heart.
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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