it hurts so much

☿aching blue body☿

the pallor of famine in your eyes
death poems are mere delusion

𝔴 𝔬 𝔯 𝔩 𝔡 𝔢 𝔫 𝔡

ringing music box
sweet cream on your wrist
your effervescent solitude
ugly scents remind you of home
time takes its toll, doesnt it
it never goes away