[25.11.21]
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I listen closely to the music in the background,
you put on Casper;
it's heartbreakingly beautiful.
My body is warm and your hands are cold
.
Your eyes watch me innocently,
like a little child.
.
I lean into a kiss with you
(My heart is bleeding.)
.
Energies exchanging.
.
Tugging hair, -
.
My hand on your throat.
.
Lips getting sore;
.
How much pressure
can you take?
.
Bodies synchronizing.
.
This could've been minutes but as well already hours,
What time is it?
"It should be around 12 already"
.
You lay your head on my chest;
my heart is pounding fastly
.
My soul is breaking down;
My inner child starts to breathe again.
After such a long time.
.
I'm smiling bitter-sweetly at you.
I'm so goddamn grateful to have you in my life, you have no idea.//
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Memoires of an everchanging spirit
Poetry„Memoir" (french: memory) //unfortunately, I can't turn off the swirling thoughts and memories in my head, but at the same time there is so much I never want to forget this is my life and I want to remember how I felt during these crucial moments w...
