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Please Don't Let Go
His touch did some Frankenstein
shit to my soul.
Reviving a dead heart.
I can barely believe it
it's a resurrection,
what was deceased, lives again.
I can't help but cry.
shit to my soul.
Reviving a dead heart.
I can barely believe it
it's a resurrection,
what was deceased, lives again.
I can't help but cry.
Published 14th Apr 2020
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14th Apr 2020 5:05am
14th Apr 2020 5:06am
14th Apr 2020 11:49am
14th Apr 2020 2:44pm
Sometimes the right touch in the right spot can do wonders ... Never say never I learned ... Feelings are like that ... Lovely write and great pic ... Bless and much love ... ..
14th Apr 2020 10:09pm
14th Apr 2020 10:09pm
14th Apr 2020 4:04pm
Spiritual depths to it..the awakening...the life ..the touch.. juz beautiful..and yes,..tears are pure truth ... an immensely inexplicable language by itself that closely translates in~as love ..as art ..shine on you Nik xx
14th Apr 2020 10:09pm
14th Apr 2020 9:36pm
Awwww how wonderful and refreshing this is to read, Nikks! I love it and you for sharing. Though, in all honesty, I didn't realize you thought your heart was dead; you've always had one of the biggest to me. xo
14th Apr 2020 10:13pm
I'm a writer before a poet, so I use creative license whenever I can.
Most everything I write comes from observation, I watch and empathize and then words come from that.
I wish I could say this was about me, I had a really good buzz going and listening to some classical music and from all that, this was born. Its like automatic writing. The words write themselves, through me.
Thank you Ahavati.
Most everything I write comes from observation, I watch and empathize and then words come from that.
I wish I could say this was about me, I had a really good buzz going and listening to some classical music and from all that, this was born. Its like automatic writing. The words write themselves, through me.
Thank you Ahavati.
16th Apr 2020 3:55pm
