i've found myself longing
for the sickeningly sweet scent
of cinnamon that you bring in the room.
and your fingernails-
how they're always even.
i know we're impossible
and your friends would tease us
but i can't help myself from wondering
what it'd be like to hold your hand.
i am new to you.
my kind of love is unfamiliar.
but you always say how much you love adventures.
i draw flowers on everything.
everything.
just to try to recapture
the bloom in my heart
the first time your lips
brought my name.
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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.
