you cradle my head in your lap. i'm gone and it's your fault. you killed me, and i let you. i let you rip me apart from the deepest parts of me. your tears trace my face. they are cold and unforgiving. you hold me tightly, eyes trained on my ghostly face until the end.
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𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞,, poetry
Poetry──── ⋆⋅ ❝ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 ❞⋅⋆ ── just some simple, kinda crappy little thoughts, poems and songs i wrote while listening to folklore one afternoon<3 track titles by t...
