Toluene
If I decide to unpack all
my belongings in your arms,
would you let me stay?
Would you still be as mesmeric
as you were when you believed
people were temporary?
Would you let me live
inside your skin?
Because I can't tell where
rapture ends and abstinence begins.
- Crimsyy
A/N: Thankyou so much for reading (:
Today, I forced myself to stop procrastinating and write - and so after a page of absolute gibberish, this little poem came about ^.^
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Burn (#Wattys2017)
PoetryThere are cigarette lighters everywhere you turn. Welcome to my new book, Burn! I hope you enjoy it (: - Crimsyy
