He was malicious.
Not from his actions,
but from his intentions.
Where he would murmur
sweet nothings
softly into your ear.
Where he would run
his warm hands
through your hair.
Where he would trace
every curve
oh so delicately.
And treat you as
if you were a fine
piece of art.
Only for him to leave,
with his name
imprinted on your tongue.
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Hey guys, what do you think so far? I like this little poem but I feel as if it is incomplete, so I plan on returning to it later. :)
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Lingering Thoughts
PoetryInspired by Rupi Kaur's "milk and honey" poems. With the sweetness she delivered to me, I hope to deliver the same sweetness to you. Short poems written while feeling different emotions. These are the words I am never able to express, written dow...
