I feel its acidity doesn’t go away
It touches me beneath my skin with its aches on my cheeks.
The warmth stays in my veins it hasn’t gotten cold,
Nor is it freezing.
The scent of its stillness, the scars of it remain,
Drifting in the absence of security.
And it rises within my soul like the touch of eternity.
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 10:45 AM UTC
I feel its acidity doesn’t go away
It touches me beneath my skin with its aches on my cheeks.
The warmth stays in my veins it hasn’t gotten cold,
Nor is it freezing.
The scent of its stillness, the scars of it remain,
Drifting in the absence of security.
And it rises within my soul like the touch of eternity.
