Dying Love
Our love is but a chilled shiver from a forgotten breeze,
Stunned neck hairs prickling to the touch.
Our love is but a happy memory,
Sweet to the mind, numb to the tongue.
Our love is a place called home to me,
How far away we’ve traveled from.
Copyright © Lauren Patton | Year Posted 2023
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