He is the thought behind the feeling
The swelling in my chest;
The starlight in the evening,
The yearning when i undress
He is the sound behind the sighing
The song of every bird
The tears in all my crying
The ache in every word
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Twisted
PoetryA book filled with poems that will break you and then put you back together.
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He is the thought behind the feeling
The swelling in my chest;
The starlight in the evening,
The yearning when i undress
He is the sound behind the sighing
The song of every bird
The tears in all my crying
The ache in every word