A/N: The following poem is in the form of an acrostic, a poem where the first letter of each line spells a word vertically.
Lover took my hand
only to bend my crooked
shoulders into some resemblance of
terrible pleasure at the touch.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PuisiA 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...
