i am more than my body could ever give,
but you never saw through,
passed that.
all what's left in your eyes were,
rage, lust;
wished could've showed how terrifying it was.
stumbling on your feet,
trying to get a grip of yourself.
"you'll regret not loving me with you heart," i spoke.
"you'll regret it one day."
there, it ended.
there you left,
all tangled up in your spit,
and regrets.
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RETROUVAILLES - POETRY
Poesiewords that i can't speak out loud but in poetry, i can.
