Their words
are mild,
grazing my lips
ineffectually.
But one word
uttered by
your lips
feels like a hundred thousand
daggers
unraveling
your fragile spine.
And
I don't mind,
even if I should.
— lana
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Love, Lana ✓
Puisiyou're just a constellation; too far away to truly love, only to admire. » a collection of poems written through a blur of tears, memories, and quiet reverie. copyright @diamondsandsun
