herb

CONGRATS!

forgetting your shape, & every other thing we shared in secret trysts.

WAHHHH i'm sadg grief Geerrrrr... anfry!!!

does that thing 👉👈

welcome to yws!! you can always post this poem (or, poems?) into the

what it means to stay with you every waking hour, well, it feels like pain.

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the end is ever near; and i yearn for another time. a moment with you.

v. looking glass skin i always imagine a visage of you in the mirror, because i am meant to be a mix of you both- but i never put faces ...

his breath hot as sin, curing every scar on my body, soul, & heart

in my opinion, the purpose of poetry is vauge-- it is very VERY multi faceted in the way that: poetry serves as a motion to create a vessel for one's ...

the dirt knows your name- it knows everything i said to you at midnight.

pulling me back in to your embrace, i missed this true motherly love.

so that we can, too, coexist: symbiotic partners at heart.

then all the others, laid their pasts aside and wept; the sky is somber.