𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚢❤️ 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐...
~ the art of romanticizing life, melancholy and to put it simple: deep thoughts ~
...𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝.
Over quite some time I gathered a little coll...
you're so bleak don't want to speak, to you I am so weak, so weak. you're the blood I carry to my own grave, through you my tears they cut like razorblades. entangled we were, like the braids I wear, too bonded, too tense, my origin is you and so with your bittersweet embrace you stole me from the blue.
the sky is my home (and I didn't want to go) - yet I was born in utero.
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hi, hello :) welcome back;
this poem is a lot and not lastly a reference to my all time favourite album: Nirvana's "In Utero"
