What it is to care.
Kiss the emptiness,
Hold nothingness for comfort,
Need no one but you.
Kiss the cold ether,
That surrounds you in a mist,
Keep the innocence.
Kiss the lifeless cold,
And thrive in the emptiness,
And on the silence.
So kiss all your tears,
But know that I’m protecting,
What keeps me breathing.
You.
Kiss me, please.
poem by Rose Kirby
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