Savour is not the word
When the taste burns your tongue
I'm forced to eat what eats me alive—
The days have come when I wish I'd choke—
Can I be the reason that what consumes me, chokes?
Will this cycle repeat for the rest of my life?
May 1, 2022
May 1, 2022 at 2:21 PM UTC
You're good in giving colors and
vibrance to someone's life
and you're better in painting rainbows
in the bluest sky
but you're the best hue that always fits
the beautiful sight
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 10:13 AM UTC