.false hope mixed with rum.
please
make me believe in _________
i want to know what it’s like
your hands are so soft
yet so cold
maybe i held them for too long
and the skin began to crack and peel, burned by my stupid little star
or maybe
i’ve never held them at all
YOU ARE READING
Club 27 Has Reached Capacity - F. T. Willz
PoetryEvery poem by F. T. Willz I could find. Some of them are titled by me seeing as they didn't have any titles or dates to use as a chapter name, although every poem is definitely written by F. T. Willz. Enjoy.
