Drought.
The tears I've cried for you could make the skies run dry.
The waters of the world, comparing to my eyes.
The love I had for you was nothing like before.
It warmed up my heart, and shook me to my core.
But every flame dies out and the sun will always fall.
When the spring comes, I know that you won't call.
The way your heavy breathing used to give me butterflies- the way your strong hands used to grip onto my thighs.
The way the warmth rushed to my face when I looked into your eyes.
How it felt to have you inside of me, the way our souls would collide.
I think about you often- almost every single night.
Because the tears I cried for you could make the skies run dry.
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Short poems to fill the hole in my heart.
