these hands are encasing themselves around my throat. the silent screams i emit are heard by none. it is not them that has gone deaf but i, i have lost my voice to these evil caprices and now this is the result. oh moon, what do i do to stop this? oh sun, why can you not lend a hand to fix this?
i do not want to remain a broken heart, i do not wish to be torn apart.
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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.
