• freedomwriteswm 65w

    I gambled my naiveté
    For a pint of poetry
    To quench a rising thirst
    Of inked cursives
    Laid down eloquently

    As thou I were for they
    As they were for I

    Cloaked in agony
    Burning of concealed wounds
    That screamed tales
    Of the silent vendetta
    That never seems to cease

    As thou I were for they
    As they were for I

    Sinless maiden skins of ours
    Still aching from
    Detested colors
    Of black and blue

    As thou I were for they
    As they were for I

    Victims were we
    Of the dancing chaos
    That flowed
    In mind of one and
    stylus tip of the other


    Pc: rightful owner
    This one is called "erlebnisse" ( ty @siddiqua_ ����)
    To ease it for some of y'all to understand
    Here the weird writer ��, describes how smiliar are the fates of her existence and her words/ the piece of paper.
    Enjoy♥️��

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    I gambled my naiveté
    For a pint of poetry
    Wagered my bliss
    Only to ink bloody
    ©freedomwriteswm