"I marked your skin,
With my lips.
And touched your soul,
When you were with me.
When you left,
I felt bereft.
You took my soul.
My heart as well.
I became a ghost.
Crying in despair."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 33
"I marked your skin,
With my lips.
And touched your soul,
When you were with me.
When you left,
I felt bereft.
You took my soul.
My heart as well.
I became a ghost.
Crying in despair."
