UntitledA Poem by Amber Smith
I close my eyes and I see your face,
Hear your voice, Feel your touch. I drink myself to sleep And you are still in my dreams Every meaningless action Reminds me of how your Body moved with such precision. How can you be meant to be with this person This soul But not be with that soul. Every moment more bland, Every day less flavorful. Until you become numb Completely and utterly, Wonderfully, Numb © 2017 Amber SmithFeatured Review
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Added on September 19, 2017Last Updated on September 19, 2017 AuthorAmber SmithSt. Petersburg, FLAboutI just enjoy writing. Don't care to much about the criticism. Writing should be about storytelling and the feeling it gives you as you write and create. more..Writing
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