you can cut off all my fingers
and stop my fast-beating heart
turn my blood into poison to kill
and steal the air from my lungs
'cause i've been through enough
to write with my tears, not fingers
to love with my soul, not just heart
to bleed with my words, not blood
to breathe with my smoke, not air
and i still repeat the mistakes like
the eleven-years-old girl i once was
but you can cut off all my fingers and
now i'll still write with whatever i have.
— SweetSimu.
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EUNOIA
Poetry❝ we are all just stars that have people names. ❞ - Nikita Gill. EUNOIA - beautiful thinking, a well mind. [a collection of all of my imperfect, unedited, messy poems. some are not even poems. majority of these don't rhyme. some don't even make sens...
