"the truth and horror in every stitch
even intertwined in the rosy skies and seas
even twisted in those luscious lips
and all there is to be heard
is the longing of your fingertips
and my sorrowful and bittersweet lament of
'touch me, touch me, it's so easy for me to leave me!'
ask me, beg me to just hold you close,
there's a certain desperation
I can't put into words,
call out for me, call out my name,
there isn't a sound to be heard."
-m.c
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Sad Poems
Poetrymade this because I like sad things. Book one and two are on my profile if you'd like to read them as well + they are shit, k? appreciate you reading, voting, or commenting. «LOWERCASE INTENDED» (a.f. is me, if you're wondering. private message me...
