My skin is not soft anymore,
my skin is half armor and half silver.
You tried to play me like a piano,
your fingers touched every inch of me,
making music by moans and screams,
I wish I could spit fire instead of I love you's.
I now sleep shielded like dragons,
with my headphones on.
The butterflies in my stomach now gain life over
other things other than you-
But in nights like these, they scream your name
and I
I can't seem to be able to turn the volume up.
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well idk i wrote this in 10 minutes and I just wanted to upload becauseeee
its my bday
and i wanted to have some bday poem.
love you <3
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet
PoetryThis is a compilation of poems and other random things I write, usually at 8 a.m. in the subway or 11 p.m. while I eat cereal.
