part of my soul yearns for you to thrive, your body. Your mind.
life is a blury daze without your anchor.
And when they day comes gray replaces the red in my cheeks, I will hold your hand in my own cold grasp.
It would have all been worth it, my love. to live with you, without regret.
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The book of rizz
Poetrythis is literally just a romantic poem book 💀 anyway all the poems are originals, feel free to take them/repost them/use them for class/make your friends think you're a rizzerd/ and blah blah
