FIFTY-FOUR
i've been wrung out by unkind handsOne day, all these poems
will be wrung out of me.
By this pen or by those hands of yours.
One way or another,
all the words that cannot
seem to tempt my taste
will flow out onto this paper
and delve nicely within your veins.
How many books do you typically read a month?
𐎀 I try to fit in one a month. I'm honestly not as big of a reader as I used to be, but I'm trying to get back into it!May
YOU ARE READING
𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love...