For every word I give you,
a handful of change.
For every picture,
the probability of your approval.
For every inch of skin on display,
a declaration of appreciation.
For each forced smile,
the promise of your return.
For each kiss,
a kiss.
For every moment I prepare,
the question of who truly benefits more.
For a chance of being loved, my soul to be plucked.
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Caffeine and Me
ŞiirA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
