I told myself I wouldn't write anymore
That I only do when I'm sad
But your presence makes me wonder
If life has better plans
Kisses and bruises shouldn't hold a weight
Not when I'm okay
But all I can hear are your whispers
How it craves, and raves, and entrance
I wonder if I'd be okay again
Because I'm paralyzed and unhinged
Now I think about it all day
My lips, my neck, my sins
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Miscellanea
PoetryThis is a collection of prose, poems, and quotes continuing Trinkets. If you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you!
