Your hands drew maps on my skin,
Your lips kissed paths for me to feel,
And when you left I tried to found you,
But the roads were far behind you,
And I was left adrift,
Alone to grieve,
And I couldn't find you,
For I had long since lost you.
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 7 (Maps to nowhere)
Your hands drew maps on my skin,
Your lips kissed paths for me to feel,
And when you left I tried to found you,
But the roads were far behind you,
And I was left adrift,
Alone to grieve,
And I couldn't find you,
For I had long since lost you.