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Notes
#WritcoPoemPrompt12
Your notes,
Are the only things I have,
Words like a melody that floats
But the letters sometimes misbehave
They make me feel like an ice under the sun
Makes me think I can be alive shot to the heart with a gun
Your notes flood my mind, it gushes through my veins
Each thrum of my heart, with your words never wanes
I cling to these notes
Fingers tortured from hanging on to them
But you penned them so well, while I'm unseeing, bleeding, blood coats
Your notes I keep, let them call me witless, I adore this conundrum
— February 7, 2024
© Rarity
Your notes,
Are the only things I have,
Words like a melody that floats
But the letters sometimes misbehave
They make me feel like an ice under the sun
Makes me think I can be alive shot to the heart with a gun
Your notes flood my mind, it gushes through my veins
Each thrum of my heart, with your words never wanes
I cling to these notes
Fingers tortured from hanging on to them
But you penned them so well, while I'm unseeing, bleeding, blood coats
Your notes I keep, let them call me witless, I adore this conundrum
— February 7, 2024
© Rarity
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