(ᴡᴏᴏᴅᴇɴ sᴘᴏᴏɴ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ)
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𝐈 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟, 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦?
Wonders where wonderful wonderland is?
Wanders winter wonderous experience, then I wrong-footed his wrong doings.
Wrapping his hands around my wrist; wrenching myself against his grip.
Trying to wrangle out of something that can be propounded privately rather than being the public's preoccupation. People starts prying and wrying their smiles.
I flit against their wrath.
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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞, 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐨?
Writhing in agony while withstanding your presence.
Reminiscing how you witter words of love,
redirected into wordless despair.
Rhythmic movements performed solo;
rambling against a woeful ballad.
Withholding tears for I'm so wrapped up. Pulling wools made you worked up, worn out and wounded up. People witnessed our write-off liaison.
I flit against his wraith.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐠𝐨?
Wrinkles starts to get visible,
wizened toothlessness and wobbly
foot placed in a wonky wheelchair.
Wringing free or wresting control
against the clock. Hoping for the last time
I'd be withering with you.
Inside my shelter were dark woodworks,
oriental weaved rugs,
chunky furniture sets and wreath of flowers
with ribbons around a coffin.
People wooed my situation.
They flit against my death.
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𝐀 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭.
