Words of love fall from my mouth.
I wonder to myself,
"Is it true? or am I tricking myself,"
and I think "maybe
something good could come of this?"
but for now the feeling of sickness
settles in my mouth
as I lay my head,
to attempt to enclose myself in the darkness.
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Take Care of Me
PoetryMy venty poetry book ig. dont expect updates, this is for personal use.