#throes
i was rehashing narratives
narrowly understand what this is
a love story i couldn’t predict
stuck in the throes of your lips
i couldn’t, i shouldn’t, i can’t forget this
trace my wounds and kiss
seek me soon or miss me for an eternity
cutting off burdens hurting me
i slice, snip, and chop
i watch it float like a log
to clear the way
the way it should’ve been along
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 8:49 AM UTC
Crying red rose;
Life's written in prose;
Everything is in chaos;
Throes of dreams that shows.
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 8:28 PM UTC
if man
in her
throes as
her speed
shrew the
grass afield
the meadow
next a
brook so
despair is
lust died
in the
back yard
and wholly
by their
nativity will
fine wine
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC