Resisting and Wanting

My heart will always

be full of pieces of you

dream of shadows

and hidden corners

dark eyes and careless lips

that whispers into my ear

i was never here

i’m just your last breath

as you breeze by my life

hot hands, midnight lips

sweet tongue – disappear

a star in the

pitch night sky

those eyes of yours

vacant, cold

hold my secrets my soul

trapped between resisting and wanting

longing for a moment

that will never come

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.