your face
looking into you
into your face
no longer brings
a feeling of awe
but instead
a dreadful feeling
of mourning
of what was real
in my liking
but are now
dead as my hopes
at the twist
of your fingers
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poetry
Poesíapoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
4.21.23
your face
looking into you
into your face
no longer brings
a feeling of awe
but instead
a dreadful feeling
of mourning
of what was real
in my liking
but are now
dead as my hopes
at the twist
of your fingers
