souls only in it for the gift
waiting to be loved
waiting to be kissed
my brother, my mom
your knuckles, your palm
with a glance we all seem fine
only to find the cracks
filled with shine
souls only in it to be praised
waiting to be hugged
waiting to be raised
YOU ARE READING
So I write
PuisiWas a bit depresso in 2022-23,here is the aftermath:) TW: -mention of self harm -depression -mention of suicide
