Your skin was
laced with pine
that overtook
my senses until
I breathed it in
with each inhale,
and it bound to
my blood to where
it still remains.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
The Bend of Your Neck
Your skin was
laced with pine
that overtook
my senses until
I breathed it in
with each inhale,
and it bound to
my blood to where
it still remains.
