2:23am 6th of June, 2015 on a Saturday
// mother knows best: i stand here in the dark and in the cold when i should have done what i was told when the world screamed at me to leave you alone. //
// arid: you carried me through the most arid of deserts and highest of mountains just to drop me when you had felt that there was no fear as all you ever desired was the thrill of being needed. //
// pauper: chase me through fields and rows of garden paths just to lift me like i was a petal and you a simple pauper; handpicked flowers for his juliet. //
// initiation: i would walk on hot coals if it meant that you were to initiate a love for me. //
// s&s: sticks and stones would hurt much less if it wasn't you who was throwing them. //
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if i don't say this i'll explode // a book of poetry
Poetrya book of poetry // because if i don't say this i'll explode, there's too much white noise in my head that needs to be transferred to the blank spaces in the sky and the unfulfilled breaths of the air we breathe. 20 year old girl from Melbourn...
