you could grab my hands
and look deep into my eyes
and tell me
i love you
but i wouldn't believe you
because
i've learned not to believe anymore
hope is a waste
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cigarettes and sunsets
Poetrya collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
