lately it seems i haven't been able to write. music, poetry, even journaling. whenever i pick up the pencil, i find myself wanting to write your name
over
and over
and over.
till my hands are bruised and bloody, till all my lead breaks. because thats what my heart does when you smile. it beats your name
over
and over
and over.
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comfortable silence- a collection of poems
Poetrya continuous collection of all my poetry. everything i write is based upon personal experience, i hold these very dear to me. trigger warnings in chapter titles.
