To you, my darling, who I hand stitched the heart of a man whom it already had someone to flutter for inside of the cavity in your chest. Alas, when you stood from the ground I had sewn you upon I had already concurred the skip of your heart would never be mine. So, my dearest, imagine my shock when you clutched my forearm as I turn to leave so you may kiss me like I was the only one your heart could for. - ⭐
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Poems and shit
RandomJust me writing things that I feel like writing, from songs I made to vents in poem version.
