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Aug 2019
As if death himself had questioned my existence
Thoughts of a tragic ending storms me
Blurred memories of love had trampled by vivid memories of love lost
Your lingering scent taints my recovering soul, spiraling once more
Longing words seeping from my subconscious minds wounds
These armed words echoed…
Your piercing smile
my arrowed heart bleeds for
Your winged voice that my confidence soar for
The forgotten pain tears through my conscious mind
Your healing touch not forgotten
tears me to tears
As these saddened words tearful drowns these pages
Emotions uncontrollable, touches me
This is my wounds relived!!
Love lost, it's the scars and wounds of our existence
Written by
Faizel Farzee  34/M/South Africa
(34/M/South Africa)   
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