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Drop a line, or two, or three
Your lips dream of how great things shall be
Whispering to each-other in the night, how we will make it out of this year, alive
Your hands hold my head, reminding me that I am not alone
The words that roll off your tongue
Your sweet nothings sing to this weary soul
"Everything will be fine, everything will be alright"
YOU ARE READING
Easier To Forget
PoetryPoems. // Hi, hello. This is a sort-of memoir/journal of unorthodox poems that I've written over the years. I started writing in 2015. Glad you're here (: Feel free to leave comments and vote or w/e. ×Mysneakz [Completed]
