Psyche
You spoke his name with no agony;
spoke with euphoria in your voice
while you spoke mine with misery;
using the tone of your choice
You spoke his name in placidity
with no remnants of regret
and mine with nothing but vanity
with a sound wishing we never met
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She Who Bled Ink
Poesía"You just broke my heart. Nope, it wasn't that kind of heartbreak that could make me weep. It was that kind of heartbreak that could make my heart bleed endless ink." -Eos Pleuvoir SYNOP...
