Internal tension coiled to the brink, especially when you are just yourself. by Christian C

Mar 2020

Internal tension coiled to the brink, especially when you are just yourself.

I write you love poems
Because I need to shape the tumultuous feelings
That occupy my heart and head
At all hours of dawn and day.
The words beg to spill out.

#nta

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Christian C 21/Non-binary/Chicago

(21/Non-binary/Chicago)

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