Poems from My Soul

All the scribbles I write when things become to hard to manage.

English Lesson Scribbles

The clouds that fill my soul when I think of you,

The bed where I lay at night, missing you.

The lonely house where I spend my days,

The thorns of the rose you gave.

Your taste,  indescribable, fuels my craving.

Your moods, like the deep valleys and the craggy mountains, lead mine.

The touch of your lips on my neck haunts my skin.

The sound of your light breathing in my ear, fills my head when I'm alone.

You're what I can't have but I can't give you up.

The End

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