Corrosive are your words.
To the walls around my heart.
You fuel the conversation.
In your words, there is a
spark.
Denial is the drink we keep.
Tucked away in places too deep
for you to reach.
Don't forget the pain,
That lead me to this place.
Caught between not feeling,
and wanting to be embraced.
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PoetryA compilation of poetry that describes love, loss and hardship.
