An imprint of you remains,
mingled in the blood racing through my veins,
hewn into my flesh you stay,
a chiselled tattoo from our long-lost yesterday,
deeply branded by your entire being,
rooted to a memory incapable of fleeing,
torn, and twisting inside my skin,
the pain screeches like jangling cans of tin,
a desolate nightmare this agony feels,
with a phantom whiff of your sweet breath my soul reels,
now that you are gone, lost within a labyrinth of illusions,
your voice swarms inside my desperate delusions,
scratching, clawing layers of past moments spent with you,
you are a part of me, an unfaded, vivid tattoo,
and as my dreams of you frantically race,
I am unable to erase,
the blazing picture of your exquisite face,
so let me be, and leave me to burn in this furnace of my hell,
I should have known better,
but all that matters little,
because it was for you, that I fell
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Many thanks again dear friend.
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You are welcome!
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The poem is lovely and I after reading it I went back to the title and thought what a wonderful choice.
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Thank you, my friend. Thank you very much
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Excellent piece of writing!!
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Thank you dear friend
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Exquisite! A raw exposé of the inner workings of your heart and mind…honest and rare
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Thank you, dear not-so old friend
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