tw/cw: pain
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As I gaze into your eyes, my mind cries.
The contact is painful to me.
Just like the lies.
In the background, I see a tree.
I look around the scene.
Carefully avoiding the glance,
The glance with the tone that strikes me as mean.
Some call it weariness, others state jealousy is the trance.
I've never fancied those labels to be frank,
But still that luscious brown - it's enough to take.
To take a life, to steal a bank,
Oh when I say I'd dry a lake,
All for that hair to be my to claim.
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this is about Steve Harrington's hair btw, 🌚
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PoetryMy poems,,, like the title said,,, they tend to be abstract & kinda morbid so read with caution ig? im not following any real pattern here, im just mashing words together lol -ill try to update daily, but i get my phone taken away a lot um- *started...
