"thoart" poems
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Every time I think of you.
Every time I hear your name.
I'm trying to swallow the feelings
still lingering on the lining of my throat
wanting to yell out "Come back, I need you."
Even though you hurt me.
Hurt me more than I was prepared for,
My skin still stings for your touch.
My lips still ache for yours.
My whole being still revolves around you
and what you think of me.
If you even think of me at all.
My thoart is dry enough to start a fire,
a fire you have made impossible to burn out.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
Its only me and them. Everyone else has left me. I only have them to talk to. Why.. They are there everyday.. I can't escape even if when I want to. They hold me by my thoart looking me with their black eyes starring into my soul. They tear me down as I try to fight. I fight for my life.. But I'm losing this war. I keep failing at the mission.. There is no escape from them.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC