Poems from 3ves.the.font
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The true tragedy is thatonly one of us ever has control over the vocal cords.
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You speak in sobs and whimpers.You come to me with twisting...
I still don’t know what it means to be my own.
EXT. THE BEACH - DAY
Elliot stands on the edge of the shore. The water is bright. The wind...
I bury you with all the other girls.The other mistakes,the other regrets and rejects,I bury you nine feet below the ground,covering you in...
When I wrote her love songs,
you cried
because they were
“Just that good.”
And I was falling
and falling
and falling.
And when I wrote my...
Dear Me From Three Years Ago,
The Me Of Christmas Past:
I know that thirteen is an unlucky age to be -
that thirteen year old me is a...