I want your lips to touch my fragile skin,
Cut me open and let the confessions begin.
Let all my words bleed out,
The ones I can never say out loud.
Light up your fingertips and glide them down my spine.
Set free my wings that's been confined.
Let's fly around this tragic world and find our hiding place.
Where we can run and meet when we're sick of the and tired of the human race.
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Drops of Poetry
PoesiDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
