When you look into the eyes of your Love,
Emptiness is all that is found.
No love,
No hope,
Not even you...
His hands are so cold,
His heartbeat not for anyone anymore.
You shake.
Don't think the worst,
Leave your hand out and your arms open.
Because
You are enough.
Don't worry, Little Girl.
He will feel again.
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Take Me Home (Original Poems)
PoetryThese are the words that fill my head. Original poems.
