Untitled Ii Poem by Kyndall Peters
Untitled Ii
Thinking of you
Makes me come unglued.
My rough, tough exterior
Disinigrates into the mirror
As i watch myself cry..
And my soul begins to die.
Living without you
Is the hardest thing I've been through.
I used to listen to your heart beat
As we began to fall asleep.
It reminded me that you were real,
and that even I could feel.
I just listen to you breathe
And prayed to God you'd never leave..
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