30 April 2023
I miss you, imagine Shakespeare without his sweetheart. As if my heart hasn't done enough crying, tears to a soul we longed to call ours
If you were in desolation or sent to damnation- I'd be an accomplice, acquaintance whatever they'd dare to say an angel in distress
I'd slit my wrists to show you how real I am, I'm really here, soul and vessel I swear...
Gulp me like a pill sir, write your labels, time and day - my lease is valid.
YOU ARE READING
POETY: A COMPILATION
PoetryHealing through the pen. Growing through the pen. Spiralling through the pen. Acceptance through the pen. Forgiving through the pen.
