esprit: vingt-trois
23. a reflective poem
unnecessary dichotomies
False truths bury themselves underneath my skin, and the freezing warmth overshadows my doubts and insecurities, dying to live for a kiss, humbly begging for things I already have. Troubled peace had been bliss for situations i didn't care for, made amiss until lost was found.
Wow!!
Wow wow. This is beautifully written. I've NEVER been able to write poetry and I'm totally okay with that, but I've always deeply admired people who can and that's you. Keep going!