Drifting back and forth
With a heart so paper-thin.
I scramble for happiness,
I grapple restlessly,
I'd sooner die than to give in.
Your words - coffee stained
Perch like owls - always on my mind,
Tearing down my borders
With your lips.
The feeling
So ruthless...
So excruciatingly painful
Yet so utterly....
Sublime.
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PoetryThere was something about her that Captivated him. Something that made him stay. Maybe it was the dip of her hips, Or the curl of her toes. The secrets in her smile, That he loved, I suppose. He was drowning in her waters Yet still parched With ecs...
