My Soul
- the_cursed_poet
- Apr 10, 2020
- 1 min read
The feeling of death, is worse than real death.
Be patient, give time to heal;
struggling wounds want silence from this chaos.
to convince,
left wondering hands won't stop reaching yours.
I will love you like rain,
galaxy in your eyes I told stars,
universe won't stop screaming your name.
You bloomed my soul,
you taught me to rise the magic in your flaws...
the d i s t a n c e between us,
is like sun and moon I am revolving around,
but could never meet.
-© TheCursedPOET
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