i have two dreams of love.
sometimes, she's a goddess.
flowing locks, sparkling eyes, hands and fingers that hold you close,
cradling your heart.
and sometimes, she's the devil.
sinful smile, dangerous laugh, hands and fingers that grasp your chest,
piercing your heart.
it's always a toss-up.
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a/n: sheesh
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fire in the sky
Poetryall i wanted to do is listen to phoebe bridgers and think. instead, ive decided that life is too much to not document in words. 2020 ©rryleecc
