It's how you enclose my being.
My very essence.
As love lingers
Softly caressing my skin.
As the wind lighty blows the memory of them, it is you that remains.
Its you that could trace every dip, every curve.
It's you that could memorize every pulse, every beat.
It's you that could play any string, flow with any rhythm.
It's you that knows my heart.
It's you that is enclosed in every room.
It's you that swims within me,
Carried by memory alone
It's you I'm composed of.
It's you, loved by me.
-Zee
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Pieces of Her
PoetryGetting to know her. Others. Love. Hate. Promises and heartbreak Sometimes writing poetry helps with emotions. Sometimes it just adds gasoline to the fire. In the end, it's worth it. Always.
