I cannot forget


Skin

It has always been him
Him and me
My skin and his
Creating hers or his
The sweat, the passion, the love
He was my world that made it crash
He was my life and he gave me life
Now I stand in heaven with our child
He sits on Earth with his wife and his daughter
Let her make him dessert while he eats it in hell
He deserves nothing less.




Poetry by *Ness*
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Written on 2017-03-24 at 22:56

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