what drips from his lips like summertime depression? i wish to taste the sadness he holds in the depths of his heart, maybe he can drown out my sadness with his own. if opposites don't attract then maybe we are meant for each other, so that we can spread this crisis of our waterfall of tears into the worlds of those around us.
others should taste our sadness too.
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Poetry❝ pour on me the honey of his lips and let me steal the moon from his eyes. ❞ an honest first draft // no editing. ©️ novaelox - all rights reserved.
