it's not like i knew he
was killing my soul with
his beautiful
enchanting being—
it feels like he put me in a slumber full
of could be's and
never intended to wake
me up
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sweet dreams and chamomile tea
Poetrypoems that hit me at random times. every single one has a meaning. every single one makes up a page in my book.
sweet dreams
it's not like i knew he
was killing my soul with
his beautiful
enchanting being—
it feels like he put me in a slumber full
of could be's and
never intended to wake
me up
