FIFTY-FOUR
i've been wrung out by unkind hands
One day, all these poems
will be wrung out of me.
By this pen or by those hands of yours.
One way or another,
all the words that cannot
seem to tempt my taste
will flow out onto this paper
and delve nicely within your veins.
How many books do you typically read a month?
𐎀 I try to fit in one a month. I'm honestly not as big of a reader as I used to be, but I'm trying to get back into it!
May
YOU ARE READING
𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. Here, I will speak the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. First poetry collection i...
