Memories
written by: the hairy bum welder
Tears down her face
Heart split open
A love lost as wide and deep
As the
Ocean
Memories in her head
Tingle her skin
Her heart and soul
She was lost to
Him
His scent on a jumper
His breath on
Her skin
Still feels so real
His touch, she craves
again
His arms around her
She aches for
His touch
How could such love
Diminish so
Much
Her heart will heal
The memories she
keeps safe
Within her soul
in a special
Place
I'm a 53-year-old welder/fabricator with a passion for poetry. I live near Cambridge, in the UK. I've suffered from anxiety for years, poetry helps. Sometimes I can't even remember writing when the anxiety is that bad. I think did I really write that?? A lot of my poetry I don't name, I hope it relates to people and their personal thoughts as it does mine, so they can choose to name it personal to them. I also have a page on Facebook, 'Poetry by the hairy bum welder.'
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