When We are Dismantled


United States
33° 24' 40.5972" N, 82° 1' 30.2664" W

The Touch of Emotion,

Life, in its innocent moments

What are we?

Without Interaction?


We are Nothing.

We Lose ourselves.

We forget how we have loved.





The only aspect we want,

The single element we desire,

Is to love and be loved.


Watching happiness spread,

Not as the world bled.

Holding hands as the sun sets,

Instead of cowering at threats.


That is what I hold dear.

People, in their kindess forms.

Those who appreciate atmosphere,

And those who, by nature, are warm.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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