Atticus Poetry

Poetry & prose

ThePeepTimes June 09, 2022

Love could be labled poison and we'd drink it anyways

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My love, you have too many smiles left in you to be sad.

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She spent a life building walls and when she was done she sat there in her 'lonely' wondering why nothing grew.

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I lost my way all the way to you and in you I found all the way back to me

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Love could be labled poison and we'd drink it anyways

My love, you have too many smiles left in you to be sad.

She spent a life building walls and when she was done she sat there in her 'lonely' wondering why nothing grew.

I lost my way all the way to you and in you I found all the way back to me