Keep me in your company darling
You got a seat in my heart
Make me feel every tip off
Before they reach your tongue
The world lacks cause
Don't wanna assert meaning
Against the void
Weary of each spirit and
Weary of being linger in toxic
Relationships and aerosphere ,
But when it comes to you belove
My grey skies turn into
Shakespearean paranormal verse
That I despise wounding myself
With moreish drugs,
And ask you to clutch me
Because oxytocin is my
Favourite drug.
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Esoteric
PoetryIt's okay to be weird, it's okay to love the things which most do not. She is esoteric, she is not out and out but she is madness and madness is a beautiful irony where perfection and flaws are the best of friends. She is the definition of everythin...
