11:11AM, my swan song
I am (I am, I am, I am)
a girl, a child, a God
a body and a soul
a being that longs for love
i, i, i
what if i told you i've killed? and what if i don't? what if
i have a terrible secret,
a spot of ink, black on my crimson
red heart?
I am (I am, I am) seven years old and sixteen and seventy-two
unhappy unbothered unlovable
i am dead and alive
but not for long anymore
i told you,
4:44 my swan song
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Swan Song - Poetry
Poetrycollection of poems, prose, letters, drafts, extracts, journal entries, thoughts... nothing serious actually
