I can't remember the sound of your voice
Or what shade of brown your eyes were
What your skin feels like
Felt like
What they don't tell you about beautiful angels
God always calls them home
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With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
I wish i could remember
I can't remember the sound of your voice
Or what shade of brown your eyes were
What your skin feels like
Felt like
What they don't tell you about beautiful angels
God always calls them home