A claim you possess;
we’re possessions, battling for one last touch- our
love on the battlefield; the gore of it, engulfs you as
if you were drowning; sinking deeper into your
emotions. Our hearts relapsed into their silence, a
fathomless ocean- of us holding our breathes each
time we kiss.
We were so tired of loving with no results,
so much so, that the very first time we kissed
it all, it was all too much to comprehend.
Jun 23, 2024
Jun 23, 2024 at 4:59 PM UTC
A claim you possess;
we’re possessions, battling for one last touch- our
love on the battlefield; the gore of it, engulfs you as
if you were drowning; sinking deeper into your
emotions. Our hearts relapsed into their silence, a
fathomless ocean- of us holding our breathes each
time we kiss.
We were so tired of loving with no results,
so much so, that the very first time we kissed
it all, it was all too much to comprehend.
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