Warm and sharp,
Smoky scraps of bark,
Liquid fire down your throat.
Burning through
the shame in you,
the drawn curtain
between the brain and the heart.
Scattering ashes,
sticky floors,
Sweat beads, zirconia,
Kisses worth a fiver;
Lipstick, simple arithmetic
Loss of direction, balance,
and then some.
Nothing disheartening to a poet,
nothing too terrible to face again.
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Love Letters from Another World
PoetryTaking inspiration from my own experiences, fictional happenings, and difficult subjects seldom discussed on this platform. All with the hope to bring a breath of fresh air to wattpad's poetry. Here is where I'll write poems as they come to me, and...
