A wish upon a despondent star
Deprecating itself to be granted amongst others
I wish my bondage scars
would be the enchantment to be your lover
Yet I know every laugh you utter
And every breath you take
Is not because of the steps I make
Yearning for satisfaction
My burning passion
For you is incessant
Yet when striving for your blessing
I'm never fulfilled
I'm grateful for you being alive when I'm dead inside
One day I'll just have to accept the fact that the tears I shed and hide
Are because I don't love myself
And seeking comfort in you
Is the only way I can convey
The thought of loving
The monstrosity and disgrace
That I am.
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Author:
T (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: March 8th, 2023 18:45
- Category: Unclassified
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