Mar 2020
Soft and gentle hands
A cold and empty heart
Forked serpent's tongue
And your lies I wore like a blanket
A cold and empty heart
Forked serpent's tongue
And your lies I wore like a blanket
I have been wrapped up in my graduate's degree this weekend. Time to get back to the poetry game. Anyways, this is a simple and sad monologue representing retrospective looking at a relationship.
