the colour of lovers.
And the way their fingers brush plum like skin.
I am dark in the light, I will always love you there.
I won't ask for much. I will always speak like a painter. I will always consider you art.
And,
When they ask about me?
What will any of you say?
What shade will I become from your mouth?
when you finally love me out loud,
what sound will you make?
I am yours to be made.
Tell me what I am
I'll do my best impression
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Happy Valentine's Day ;-;!
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Untitled Anthology for the 20 somethings
PoetryMoulding myself into something I'm not. a love letter to all the sweetly gorey things and afflictions that are a part of being a young adult like love, insecurities and vulnerability in 15 parts. Image: "Connected, Communicating" Noah Kocher.
