your love was the flame i was drawn to
i had no fear of getting burned
i just wanted to lean into your warmth
it was a shame when you were whisked away
left to rot in the corners of my mind
yet glinting
always glinting
god why did you have to be so pretty
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The Words Left Unsaid-Poems
PoetryThese are a few poems I wrote that I put online. Enjoy!