The want in my bones
has been rotting for ages.
I don't know what happens
when I can once again get to touch your face.
And your fingertips lay
on my lips oh so lightly.
What a beautuful way to ache.
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Tarnished Tales Of Your Truest Lover // poetry
PoetryYou aren't even mine. Highly inspired by August // Taylor Swift.
