The burning in your body, the aching with every step, the undeniably jumping up and down with every notification from you.
I'd live to be your friend a little deeper but that comes with a love handcrafted by a goddess, you.
Pretty girl with the foliage that grows from you,
I ask of you, just one favor:
Tell me you love me, lie to me so hard,
Kiss me and ask me politely to stop writing about you because you are pooling out of me like lava, and I can't stop.
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Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...