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soultrauma

Published: Jul 8, 2012

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My soul is now alone.
Diminished to a point of then and now.
I no longer feel your fervent touch.
I no longer can enjoy the
Delicate breeze of your breath on my chest
As we lay awake at night.
I no longer smell the scent of your hair
As it lingers in the air when you walk by. My eyes
No longer gaze at your beauty.
I glance to nowhere, hoping
To see you one last time.
One last time is all I wanted, in hopes
It will make you change your mind.
One last time, to make your soul blind with love.
To make it so my soul is whole again.
No longer with you, is the thought I must bare.
One last time is a dream I must let go.

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just wrote this one. Not sure if its finished yet but, I felt I needed to share something with everyone since its been a while. Leave a comment please.

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Mrs-Freestar-Bul

Jul 12, 2012

Very beautiful and it feels very true and honest.

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