silver and shiny,
too small,
too sharp,
too deep,
too long,
too red,
too painful,
but feelings change,
and i started to get used to the sting,
that i kept doing it,
again and again,
the palm of my hand naturally has
too many lines
and so i'll add more.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
