"I'm allergic to you."
I stared you in the eye
As I pulled you back to me.
"Your lips are poison."
My mind whispered
As I breathed you in again.
"Fire burns paper."
My heart warned
As your fingers brushed my skin.
"This is going to kill me."
My soul screamed
As I injected you
Into my veins
For what I said
Was the last time
Again.
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Ink Stained Soul
PoetryAnecdotes and snapshots of life, sometimes mine sometimes based off of other people, events, songs, books, etc. I hope you enjoy it, but more than that, I hope you can connect with something bigger than all of us. After all, isn't that the point of...
