16th: Calling
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The more i deny my core's calling,
the more it comes, crawling.
I wish i wanted to see you,
I wish I didn't want to.
But i'm just scared that you see the truth, that all this time, i just want your soothe.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to the purple sky (poems)
Poetryseries of melancholic unsaid thoughts that encapsulate the feelings that run through the mind of a lovelorn storyteller. the brain is a large place; which keeps what we think put together. oh, how lovely it is: if i only had a chance that once i wr...
