tw's: mentions of self-harm and depression (?)
i am not in love anymore, just so you know.
His kisses, they heal,
the scars, they no longer tear.
His smile, it shines in the dark,
the blade no longer leaves a mark.
His voice, just like music,
it makes me no longer too sick.
His paragraphs, the cause of my smiles,
they could make run a thousand miles.
His kisses, they heal,
the scars, they no longer tear.
His calls, I never get bored,
I think I'm really in love, oh lord.
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Lyra's/Evan's own poems !
PoesíaJust some poem's I've made. TW's are mentioned before the poem starts
