your hands on my waist
there they shall reside
and around your bruised neck
these cursed hands of mine
love and anger
a never-ending tide
i wish you a rest in piece
here in my mind
a/n:
till death do us part....
-what you see happening here is simply a figment of my imagination, most of my poems that romanticize death or of similar themes are all short stories i imagine.
-the chapter numbers may not always be continuous because i will not be sharing all of my poetry and i track them with numbers... so yeah.. i hope you enjoy:)
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s h a d o w e n t r o p y
Şiirsome byproducts of my mental health state. abstract and surreal some stories some real paintings and illusions mostly with a creepy feel i think there must be like a few love poems too? idk tw: (some direct some not) mentions of death, blood, burnin...
