My youth is for you.
So keep my soul warm,
Make me want a taste
Of my fear and sin.
Come near the dryness
And water my heart's
Untold emotions
I will loudly moan.
As you and I meet,
Will you give me touch
Of old longingness
Desired by us both?
And as we fall end,
Forgive me as I
Forgive you for
Giving this romance.
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My Microfeelings
PoesiaI want to speak the unspeakable. Many narrators are known for criticizing what their senses had perceived, and I am no different. This poetry collection is a narrative of suppressed emotions delivered in contemporary. Indulge yourself with evidence...
