She once touched my skin,
And fireworks burst out.
Put her hand on my chin,
And relieved my doubt.
The moment our cells attached,
I felt them transform.
But somehow, someday,
She was the one that transformed.
She once touched my skin,
And made it bleed.
Put her hand on my chin,
And said be a good man, do good deeds.
The fireworks were explosions,
Of anger when I messed up.
And now when she touches me,
I feel no spark.
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✨Escapril ✨ § poems and shorts §
Poetry🔅The smell of rotten apples filled the house, as Toga lay dead. 🔅 Hey guys! This is a collection of poetry and short stories for the escapril challenge (prompts from @letsescapril on Instagram) so I will be posting a chapter for every day or so of...
