Thursday, October 1

Remorse

I miss the touch of your skin,
And way you make me give in.
I miss the softness of your lips,
And touching them with my fingertips.

Let the salty tears not fall,
There is no use in it at all.
You will not hear my painful cries,
You will call them foolish and unwise.
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