Life by Ann Wood
"Life does not give you the people you want.He gives you the people you need.
Help you. To hurt you.
Love you. Let them abandon you.
And make you the person you need to be ... "
Miss you. Just like that.
No reason. No point. Without reason.
I miss you until now.
To tears. To scream. Up to wound.
So simple things ...
You just do not. It is.
He went and did not go back ...
All the words hurt.
All Moons burn me.
I miss your eyes-
no one looks at me like that.
I miss your hands-
they were sculpting swans in me.
My soul crying without a voice,
because the voice is yours.
You miss me just that!
I still can not breathe. I can not!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-05-19 at 01:03
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