We can hold on an hour more,
But I still let go
| A mix of random poetry and gifs |
PSA: These are workings of my brain, so if they sound familiar it is not intentional. I will gladly take them down.
Dear god, Find me a lover who will Listen to my cries And see his own cracking deformities in them. Let my wales shatter his heart and clog his veins. When my voice trembles over spoken words that plant their feet at the cave of my tongue, Let my love beat his chest to a rhythm no man can hear and no one can touch Until he reaches his core and gives me half of him. I won't ask for much, but he will give me his all
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