everyone i have lost, has a part of me.
my life is leaking from my heart
burning my skin as a reminder
of who i used to have
and what i used to be.
k.h.
YOU ARE READING
the shade of flowers/poetry by k.h.
Poetrythe edge of lucidity, rose tinted glasses and you, my dear.
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everyone i have lost, has a part of me.
my life is leaking from my heart
burning my skin as a reminder
of who i used to have
and what i used to be.
k.h.
