Even your gaze burnsA Poem by the bitter taste of almostWhen eyes only mean to caress, but hands can't contain their strength, even your gaze burns.
I can no longer return to before I was first touched. I can't redo it and make it one of love. © 2023 the bitter taste of almost |
StatsAuthorthe bitter taste of almostAboutI was almost someone good. Writing poetry about the past; themes of grief, childhood, trauma, dissociation, heartache and ultimately, finding the means to move on. I also paint, draw and sculpt .. more..Writing
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