Affection cradled me like a baby
wrapped me whole with false intentions and
spat me out to the truth
But
to all my past lovers I praise you
it is not easy to caress my insecurities
I praise you for my hard days
long nights
For being my muse
regretful you weren't more
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 9:45 AM UTC
Affection cradled me like a baby
wrapped me whole with false intentions and
spat me out to the truth
But
to all my past lovers I praise you
it is not easy to caress my insecurities
I praise you for my hard days
long nights
For being my muse
regretful you weren't more
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