'FOOLISH THINGS'
c a n ' t, breath. red, on my lips, on my cheeks, in my breath.
i've soaked it in. smudges of last nights' regret. purple, blue hickey; that trail over your jaw, down your throat and all the way to your collar bone.
they scream out that you are loved.
there's passion, hunger, want, you're in a trance like state, in which you've been consumed by their colors. everything is so bright when with you. and i can't get enough. i want to be devoured by your love.
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sometimes i wish that
pain didn't exist, but then
i remember that without my
pain, there wouldn't be any of
my knowledge either. and without
that i wouldn't be me. so
i guess i'm okay with pain for now.
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Poetry❝ we're like stardust scattered around in a mess of burning ash and perfectly unclear symphony. ❞ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ᴇʀᴀ ☆ highest rank in poetry #18 ☆ poetry for the broken has been completed on the 3rd of may 2018 ✔ ☆ cover is...
