Eyes spilling over trembling cheeks
leave in their wake purple streaks
A feeling as though my ears are full of cotton
Trying to speak, but it seems I've forgotten
Stomach drops, the nausea begins
Knees give out, legs cave in
Is this the effect of undying love
Or perhaps the result of lack thereof
Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 10:43 AM UTC
Eyes spilling over trembling cheeks
leave in their wake purple streaks
A feeling as though my ears are full of cotton
Trying to speak, but it seems I've forgotten
Stomach drops, the nausea begins
Knees give out, legs cave in
Is this the effect of undying love
Or perhaps the result of lack thereof
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