My love , do you remember the justly prominence of july? I am learning to ardour the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me. Now the loving turned to mourning and postponed doctor's appointments into empty pill bottles. As I pick up and anchor the pieces you broke another pair of hands help me , a whisper of a smile in the backscatter of my blemish.
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My love , do you remember? - (a short poem)
RomanceJust a short poem on something that I went through in the last few month , a collection of each month of how I fell in love so brutally with someone whom I'd let them drag me to hell just so I could hold his hand on the way down. Here I leave a pa...
