pleasure
pain
measure
the insane,
i didn't realize
when i first came,
you shook my hand,
strong,
firm,
when you asked for my name,
i didn't know I was capable of this
of this insane
over you,
i didn't mean to fall in love
but i'd do it again
for this pleasure,
for this pain.
YOU ARE READING
the lowest heights
PuisiI thought to write this book as a little more abstract and informal because I needed something that's just a small escape from everyday life because, as all of you probably know, life is hard. I hope you enjoy these small poems and little rants. Tha...
