I want blisters on the soles of my feet.
From the miles we walked.
I want my body to scar.
From the wounds you opened up.
I want my lips to burn.
From all the times bit it.
I want my lungs to be so used.
From all the breaths you took away.
I want my voice to fade away.
From all the sweet nothings we whispered anyways.
I want my mind to be so lost.
From all things you made me forget.
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A Thousand Nights.
RomanceEndless poetry for the restless souls that wander through life seeking evergreen words.
