in his breath i heard trails of promise,
of comets and stars,
date nights with kisses,
of hurt and scars
in his breath i learned to draw,
a sword of defense,
arrows of offense,
and bled and gained flaw;
in his breath i had known,
the lies to be thrown,
the damage to be made.
and the swing of my blade.
Feb 25, 2024
Feb 25, 2024 at 5:47 AM UTC
in his breath i heard trails of promise,
of comets and stars,
date nights with kisses,
of hurt and scars
in his breath i learned to draw,
a sword of defense,
arrows of offense,
and bled and gained flaw;
in his breath i had known,
the lies to be thrown,
the damage to be made.
and the swing of my blade.
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