I pull back the lace curtains
Confusion kisses these
Eyes and lips glazed and clouded
Their smooth hum ties around my waist
Arms of wax melt between shoulders
I take my tea with three sugars
They pour wine down my throat
Drowning on tears of oil
A stomach too warm seeps
They bleed along the curves of
Where my dress' stitches show
My heart beats for only my own soul
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post writing class highschool poems
Poetryim posting these here more for myself to keep them organised. also writing this are a p healthy way to cope so I'm gonna try to write more. reminder @ myself to start a new one once I graduate.
