You never grasped the hands of my heart,
As it melted to be pressed by you.
Tears of my heart travelled through the desert of my throat,
Only to exit out of my eyes , later to see you leave
With no ounce of regret.
My will to let you go even though stronger than the fear of death,
It's defeated by the need of your presence ,
In the void you dare create.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 5:42 AM UTC
You never grasped the hands of my heart,
As it melted to be pressed by you.
Tears of my heart travelled through the desert of my throat,
Only to exit out of my eyes , later to see you leave
With no ounce of regret.
My will to let you go even though stronger than the fear of death,
It's defeated by the need of your presence ,
In the void you dare create.
A mixture of feeling, reality, failure and hope to loving someone
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