Those little smiles forcing darling dimples
So misleading and yet makes my heart race
That mischievous sparkle in your eye
So deceiving and yet intriguing
The wind whips your Medusas’ curls
I’m petrified reaching to touch them
Those glorious curves
A road I would gladly be lost on
Forever roaming back and forth
One finger tip tracing at a time.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
