Be poetic
mahogany trees
4:30 i was riding my bike over the bridge the sun was setting over those sky high buildings was it just me or were the mahogany trees dancing? the sky seemed bluer and my heart fluttered at the thought of you. your voice was like honey you set fire where i thought was a waste…
rescued
all my life i was waiting to be rescued, to be loved, to be pushed away, and at the end, you would pull me close and tell me that i was enough. looking for answers in foreign places told myself i needed the cure for all the wrong things that i am, be treated badly…
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