#WritcoPoemPrompt54
I feel my heart is wrenching and ask myself is it all worth it? The pain... the crying... the anguish...
As eventually as I know my enquiry, my muscle shakes uncontrollably.
When I vibe the direct contact of yours when we wrested, something pauses and broke inside me.
Which I encounter daily with my dead eyes, I don't remember if it is my core.
Won't you increasingly display me your skin and make me squeal such as this one I would still like to deafen in any of those cove eyelashes
I remember the last time when I kissed you and flooded in you, then the cremated remains of separating travel in my skin and the nanoparticle among these remains seriously injure like a typhoons in my eyelids.
Listen, don't you return?
Listen, don't you revert home?
© princess haya