Pen To Paper

Your words, he mutters...are a cloak. A dull knife. And the only difference between you and a novice - condescending sighYour dark eyes speak louder than your words.Put pen to paper and let them undress you.He brushes against my left side As he walks away the space dissipates. He utters softly...my dear © 2022 TrilbyYates …

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Rimbaud

Emotions run highThe center of my chest tightenswhen I think of you While I could blame you as the perpetrator That stole a piece of my heart without even knowing it And I suppose I could even forgive your naivete If I believed it to be somewhere on the spectrum of truthBut there is a …

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