~Vers~
unrequited love
~Vers~
I am reduced to words A poem, Where I can brush your hand, Stare out loud at your mouth So loud the words curl on t h e i r ends. A verse, Where my vocal chords know your name, But have forgotten how to E-nun-ci-ate each syll a ble. I have no want of this silence- To live in crumpled-up Handwritten, red-lined mistakes. But never was I destined To be anything else. Leave a tip for this poet? DeerinHeadlights has chosen to ask for tips. Any donation is made directly to this poet, and is greatly appreciated.
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