it's every little twitch of hesitance,
every turning of disappointed lips.
every tear, shed with reluctance,
every time you turn away,
hiding your face.
these are the things that make me wilt,
shrinking and burning
under the power of you; my life, my death.
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𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞,, poetry
Poetry──── ⋆⋅ ❝ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 ❞⋅⋆ ── just some simple, little thoughts, poems and songs i wrote while listening to folklore one afternoon<3 track titles by taylor swift ⋅
𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐
it's every little twitch of hesitance,
every turning of disappointed lips.
every tear, shed with reluctance,
every time you turn away,
hiding your face.
these are the things that make me wilt,
shrinking and burning
under the power of you; my life, my death.