My lover is a song
Buried beneath my tongue
Where no one can hear it
And tell me it's wrong
She is a fire dancing
Within my soul
Burning brighter than
The Hell
They threaten us with.
Sweet God of mine,
Kill me now.
For her arms
Are the closest to
Heaven
I will ever be.
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Written in Red
KöltészetA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
