He lets me know
It Wil be ok
He kisses me on my wrist
He leaves me marked
In a special way
I love him
I call him my king
His tongue is cold
And silver
He says it's time to go
So I whisper goodbye
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Poems
RandomIf you don't mind could y'all please read these and tell me your honest opinion about these but please don't stop at the first one
