Perfect is what I breathe as you pass through me.
May you eat the words that you won't be heard as they escape from your lip sinking into the mist.
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The tears that I bleed can never be seen as you slice through me.
Leaving a mark that can never take us apart.
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I'll hide with the clothes from the drawers hoping that you'll never see who I truly want to be.
For thy mind won't make it this time as you tell me pretty isn't pretty.
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Can't stop thinking about it as I sit on my bed wishing I could say all the words that need to be said for you to understand why I can't lie and why I can't call you mine.
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Poems of Flesh and Blood
PoetryHello to anyone who finds this! This is where I'll be writing poems from time to time. Do be warned! Most of them contain heavy topics from personal experience. I hope you enjoy it and happy reading!
