what's upsetting,
is the pain
that lingers
my tongue
when i say her name.
the way she tasted,
the way her hair
felt so soft
within my fingers.
and how mine felt
tangled within her hands.
we were forbidden,
a mistake,
another false place
that was mistakenly
called home.
but oh how she made,
made my stars shine,
and my moon rise.
she was my eclipse
in the darkest of night.
-zmh
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the ruins of me
Poetryi love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
