mild tw ⚠️ mention of blood
Remember that one time
when I wore a white shirt
and your red wine drenched it
like gushing blood?
That was the time
my heart got soaked
with love
and only love
for you
as pure as the wine
and twice as persistent.
It will never be washed away.
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Hummingbird 𓅪 // Poetry
Poesia„Hummingbird" contains the thoughts I couldn't say aloud. You'll find a collection of poems and short prose about love, hate and most importantly about all the whispers in between. If you haven't found your place in this world yet, maybe you'll re...
