Her.

Poems

Her name tattooed upon my soul
Her face I’ll remember, until I’m old
The taste of her lips
The smell of her hair
And the look from her haunting stare.

The call of my name from her voice
Yet forgetting her, my only choice
But the touch of her skin
And the hold of her arms
Brings memories of heartache’s charm.


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