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 love To Drink Coffee With a Ghost by Amanda Lovelace! I love anything by her! I also really like Earth Tides by Amy Elizabeth Vaughn.
May
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