Wrapped in heartbreak
Never healing
Will I know her when I see her
The gentle mistress
That sends kisses down my spine
Caressing my depression
And relieving the itch
She gave me
Will I know the silent song of him
As he sings me to sleep
And tells of the ways
He plans on moving me into
The golden lamplight of
His gaze lost in mine
Will I know the sweet smell of her
As her scent draws me close
Ultimately bound to
Growing into wanting
Her fingers on my goosebumps
Sending chills
Will I know him when I see him
On brave mornings
Sending me off into
Missing his hands playing with
My silk or my life
Or my hair
Wrapped in heartbreak
I hope to heal
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The Poetry Collection [Editing]
PoetryA soulful recollection and philosophies on life from a young, femme, punk poet. Poems ranging from when I was still in school, moving out, exploring the world for the first time, moving through the years, until now, being an independent artist and b...
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