to the things that she now adore,
that could make her have a purpose,
that she does not know she needs before,
that it is now very close.
please be with her every breath,
like we all share the same air,
tied in a tight wreath,
hurting like we do not care.
do not ever have a mind to leave her,
even if you do not know she hates being alone,
it would never be better,
even if you give her your clone.
she always thinks you all will always be here,
even if it is only a soul to be missed,
not a single body not even when it is sheer,
she will always remember the feeling of being kissed.
🖤autumn
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autumn's journal
Poetryanything for everything from the rise and fallen of something. poems about the pain of living and growing up.
