Your Lingering Essence

December 22, 2017 11:40 am EST

This feeling that drips from my emptying soul.
This scream on the tip of my resonating heart.
This base longing from the deepest primitive corner of my wounded soul.
Your presence lingers.
Never to be satiated.
And all that remains.
Are the stolid tears.

Type: Poetry

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