it comes in time.
a thousand kisses
on forbidden lips.
you waste away
where in silence
you are laid to rest.
one who,
if death were the end,
could not be saved.
kisses
poet – storyteller – awkward soul
poet – storyteller – awkward soul
it comes in time.
a thousand kisses
on forbidden lips.
you waste away
where in silence
you are laid to rest.
one who,
if death were the end,
could not be saved.
LK is a poet & storyteller who runs on espresso, anxiety, and inappropriate humor. View all posts by LK
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