it's such a
foreign feeling
bubbling inside
of me
every time
i see your name
on my phone,
every time
i say your name
to myself.
it feels so wrong
when all i want
is for it
to feel so right
just like it had
only weeks ago
when your name
was rolling off
my tongue
in mellifluous
moans of pleasure.
n° 141
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Poetrys t a r s ❝magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe-the stars sighed in unison.❞ -michael faudet highest ranking n° 9 in thepeopleofsociety | 23 june 2018 n° 2 in intellectual | 30 july 2018 n° 1 in incon...
