i try to sleep my days away
because loving you is exhaustingmy fingers are stained with you
and no matter how many times
i wash my hands
you are still ingrained
into my skin.
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Poetrya collection of confusing, delicate, and inconsistent poetry. short or long, each poem comes from the heart.
89 - stained
i try to sleep my days away
because loving you is exhaustingmy fingers are stained with you
and no matter how many times
i wash my hands
you are still ingrained
into my skin.