Hands on my skin
Shakes my core within,
My heart just don't want it to be
But my mind whispers let it be :
"Love? This is Love, there won't be another"
My naive soul walked further
But now I know the trouble
It was time to burst the bubble
I have left thee
But your memories haunt me
Now, Hands on my skin
I shiver
Hands on my skin
I quiver
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PoetryThe Search for happiness can only be find When you fight the ashen days and leave it behind Find the light thy need Take the strength to feed Your core with happiness And sadness beneath To hold your hand and breathe Life. Poems about self discov...
