Missing feelings Poems

fucking hell

eyes close.
I inhale, and its bitter sweet,
I exhale you,
and you dance around my head.
fleeting fingers
reaching for things
we never thought to feel.

fucking hell

eyes close.
I inhale, and its bitter sweet,
I exhale you,
and you dance around my head.
fleeting fingers
reaching for things
we never thought to feel.

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  Jane Doe (1 poems about Missing feelings)
  May 25, 2000 - Colorado