The moment Marley Mason moved to the United States of America he stopped speaking. Dislocated from his mother, friends, and culture, Marley found it impossible to voice his thoughts to anyone but his father. Thereafter, he gave up on himself and his...
You'll only swirl my tongue Into songs and sex When I try.
Until I bite hard, And the pain runs red everywhere, Like sunsets in July.
Author's Note
Another day, another poem I wrote at 2 a.m.
This week's dedication goes to thaliagrace- because in the last chapter she left the NICEST comment. I think I almost teared up. Seriously, guys go to chapter four and read it. THANK YOU SO MUCH! Tbh all of you guys leave such great comments and it's come to the point where I need to make a list of who I dedicate chapters to because everyone is always so nice and we interact so much that I forget. Damn. It's such a blessing to even say that. Thank you guys so much for supporting me wtf. AND if you're a silent reader, STILL VOTE AND COMMENT! There's space for you and I wanna hear what you think! Actually, the first silent reader (someone who has never commented before) to vote and comment on this chapter gets a dedication and a dm from me!
In other news, college is working out a little better, I think. God bless.
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