We sat at the edge of my twin sized mattress. Just staring at eachother. I wouldn't touch you, I've been tought not to touch the art. I just wanted to press my lips onto your stupid face. But instead, i just started into your eyes. A storm of grey filled your irises along with flakes of dark brown. You were truly a masterpiece. The pigment of your lips was a vibrant light pink swirled with traces of my dark red lipstick. Your hair still a complete mess. A cigarette lingered in between your lips and smoke followed. A haze between you and i. Your shirt was undone. Mine on the floor. You had a daring aspect to you that made me feel relentless. We were relentless, my dear.
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Hey guys this is definitely not my best, but im trying to be consistent with updates. Sadly, i cant write as much as i would like to due to mental health. My well being is hella important rn.
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Metanoia
Poesía"YOU LEFT BRUISES I CANNOT ERASE WITH FOUNDATION THIS TIME" These are just really shitty old poems tbh But i hope you guys are well c: © [Ranked #467 || poetry] [[Completed]]
