It calls to me
It whines my name
It knows I had a bad day
It kisses my wrist
It misses each twist
It caresses me careful
It makes me forget
It is so bad for me but
It craves my skin and
I crave it//
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POETRY
PoetryMy way of getting the feelings out. Volume I •Published very out of order• •Feedback is always welcome• •© 2013-2015• (Was Some of My Soul but I got tired of the flowery hipster name so) ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Cutting, depression, suicide, emotional...
