ーdrunk calligraphy
from the blissful evening to our dreaded respective places,
we're back to writing letters in awaiting
i fill the pen with the black ink and then dip the page in coffee
an excuse of my drunk calligraphy
the ink seems through my hands, staining my bony fingers
as a reminder of how a mere romantic i am
i sip the wine a little slower, wanting to escape reality a bit more
and when the clock strikes three, i am gutted to the core
it's back to where it's started, the boring forever lasting life
a life that i no longer desire
going back to share the sleeping room with the younger women
i don't despise my younger sisters that much
but just knowing they have better chances of being betrothed to you
has me agitated to the core
they're merely a couple years old
but that's just how it is in the world.
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Victorian Ambience | tk ✔
Poetry❝And for every time I'd enquire when we'd be getting together, the only answer I'd ever get is a 'soon'.❞ ーkth Where a young, homosexual lad expresses the perks of being in love with a man in this cruel-homophobic world, through verses. a taekook a...
