Poetry & prose
POETRY BY ATTICUS
June 09, 2022
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
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