five | grown so old
FIVE
i've grown so old to your misery
I have grown so old to goodbyes.
These cold hands of mine
have gotten used to letting go.
This messy mind of mine
wonders when a soul will stay.
Until then,
just give me the sign
and I will become used
to it.
Do you have a favorite poetry book?
𐎀 I'm currently reading No Way Home by Gigi Flanard. You can also find her on here! GraceWCFG <3 Anything by her is my favorite!
May
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