Tremble in my arms
like the shivers running below dirt
during an earthquake
You destroy my heart
with all the feelings that crash into its sides
when grounds shake
We are a disaster site
demolished in the most beautiful way possible
lying in death's wake
You are unbelievable
I can't get you out of my head to save my life
for fuck's sake
― S.M
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Acedia
Poetry[ A c e d i a : ennui ; state of torpor or listlessness ; spiritual apathy ] Poetry attempts / Random thoughts / Musings (P.S. I'm not very good at this, don't expect too much. Thanks)
