stomach churns
and my muscles go weak
body heats up
and i can't even speak
i can't eat anything;
my stomach's already full with dread
please don't answer
please don't answer
please don't answer
i can't bear to look
it's gotta be a sign
but signs don't contradict themselves
[update: there's no such thing as a good kind of lethal.]
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lemon lavender & long nights
Poetryyou're lemon lavender and long nights [when the scent of lemon lavender was all that filled my head while talking to you those long summer nights] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.3 #38 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015-2016
