𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

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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.

𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞,,  poetryWhere stories live. Discover now