𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮?
One recent look of you, my heart always flew.
Now, it is left as black and blue.
Hands grazing mine.
Like fine poison of a vine
We danced.
Like leaves in a breeze.
Eyes so golden
Used to fixate mine, like on a hold'em.
Now so cold, so frozen.
Distant
So far, every inch pulling me to you.
Yet you tear away.
My heart is left as black and blue.
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮?
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Poetry~ Words and the alphabet rearranged. ~ All written by me.
