I lay here with my arms at my side, breathing slowly.
I can feel my chest rise and fall as I close my eyes.
I can hear the faint melody of the city in the distance.
I can feel the embrace of your ghost intertwining our fingers.
I can taste a slight memory of whiskey and cigarettes on my lips.
I can feel tears clawing their nails into the back of my eyes.
I can hear the softly spoken whispers that linger after you've long been gone.
Can you smell the fear throughout my reassuring words?
I can see you're falling apart through your tough exterior.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
I Have More Than A Perfect Figure
Thơ Ca"Strength, love, suffering and healing. The gritty surface of reality written down on every page. This is a heartfelt message to everyone who can relate to the tragedy of life experiences, trauma and relationships."
