a whistling
of desire
followed with
a flock
of panic
a tug-of-war between
your heart and your mind
until the rope splits
and
nobody
wins
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Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
• the repetition of a deadly ocean •
a whistling
of desire
followed with
a flock
of panic
a tug-of-war between
your heart and your mind
until the rope splits
and
nobody
wins
