the feeling like cold bedsheets reside
in love or logic should you confide?
it is now your time to think and decide
whether you should let live or die
though you're urging to keep things, going
oh even the thought of him to rest beside
though you don't even know if there's one,
will the thoughts of a betrayal rest inside?
a/n: this one was written in a difficult and emotional time and i thought it'd be cool to leave the title i put in at that moment to not leave the title part of the note empty.
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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...
