robbing the very heart you fill
stealing me away
Breathing you in
a breathtaking win..
it’s the last exhale I’ll ever take
staking my claim in this new wake..
in the quiet of my heart
is a fresh start..
the sun rises in the darkest of places
give in to my love
let it fill empty spaces..
weaving a tapestry of truth
Hard to behold
beguiled fixated
like a rare piece of gold..

the heart s desire
is a ethereal funeral pyre
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So very true 😊
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most likely you go your way i go mine. zimmy! wahoo
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Oh the flow of love is rare like gold. Beautiful poem! 🤗💖😊
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Thank you 😊
I appreciate your words
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Oh my pleasure my friend. Enjoy the rest of your week and keep sharing your beautiful words. 😊💖😉🦋🥰
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😍😍😍
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