I want to store all your kisses in a jar. I want to keep all our hugs in a tight jar. My love, you feel and taste like familiar pain, and I fear you'll leave soon, I fear you'll fade away, and I just can't take it, but I can't help it, so I'll store all your kisses, hugs and aesthetically perfect touch in a tight jar.
10:34pm
26/07/2021.
RANTS.
Well, Fuck.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
