Scribbled pages , drew random hearts
This was a new me , old me was lost
Lovesick I was , or maybe you poisoned
my throat
There were praises of you , in each word I spoke
YOU ARE READING
Moonlight (Poetry)
Poetry"I know I'm sunk deep to this point To the point where I'm drowned Into this bowl of honey I feel I feel like there's no other way out" A collection of poems about love, admiration and fondness.
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Scribbled pages , drew random hearts
This was a new me , old me was lost
Lovesick I was , or maybe you poisoned
my throat
There were praises of you , in each word I spoke
