I might leave thinking that I'm nothing to your needs.
Yet you love me while wearing my beads.
Every kiss feels like peace washing me clean.
My skin glows as you're the one who I get to hold.
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As you work, I cannot be heard.
You're a turd for making me feel like I had no worth.
Those glasses hide the lies you speak.
I used to think that you were at your peak but maybe I was the freak.
Why did I think that we were meant to be?
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I feel strange for putting my feelings on blast but it's nice to let it all out from the past.
I know that I shouldn't let all these eyes to see but somehow it makes me feel free.
The way the marker writes finally makes me feel alright.
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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!
