Poems from Cael Adams
If I knew it was the last time
I would have kissed you longer
Stared into your eyes harder
Held you tighter
Said goodbye stronger
I was not...
One day I will stop writing here
Or writing in general
Then, I'll know I found peace
Nostalgia always comes at the end of the year,
as a reminder of all the things you meant to do.
Each year,
I look outside the same window,...
Red
blood
Turns,
dead and black,
dripping from my cuts
Pulses behind inky bruises,
harbored like trophies
Pumps through my life-force,...
I can not only hear my heartbeat,
but feel it too
Like a tree,
it's roots give and take my blood throughout my body
My blood,
My sweet...