no feelings exist now,
in the contours of my heart.
we didn't just grow up,
we grew distinctly apart.
why is my heart no longer
in your warm hand?
why is it that, now, all we
do is pretend?
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Stains | Completed
Poetry❝the day you'll return, is when i'll write about rainy days and coffee stains.❞ *** Lowercase intended for stylistic purposes. A poetry book. Other information inside. Completed. Cover credits to @Zayn_Imagines. ♠ My original work. All rights are re...
