Taken by me, Palos Verdes, California
I’ve written you lines
Even walls haven’t read;
I’ve engraved them
In the linens on your bed
Stitched neatly between the seams,
Of where our skin
Used to meet.
Gently interlaced
In the hair
Standing up
On your neck
And at the end
Of the day,
At the ends
Of our fingertips,
The literature
Pumping through my veins–
For you–
Drips aimless;
I guess I’ve always been
A bit of a leaky faucet.
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Seda Nyx
Im a 20 year old woman who rhymes when I talk about the trials of life, love, travel, and various other adventures. Not everything rhymes all the time, but all of it is honest.
All pictures and photography on/in my profile are my own.
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