How can I trust my nose?
When it likes the smell of petrol,
Volatile, Sharp, and Harsh.
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How can I trust my skin?
When it tingles in delight in
the Frigid, Spiteful, Cold.
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How can I trust my tongue?
When it's tastes are so differing,
Salty, Bitter, Peculiar.
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How can I trust my ears?
When they believe your honied words,
Poured slow and seductive.
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How can I trust my eyes?
When they cry such tears over you,
Treacherous, the lot of me.
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A/N: This is a sad poem I wrote on the back of a WIP before I fell ill. What do you think? I would love to hear your interpretations of each verse!
As for me, I can only apologise once more for being so inactive on here! Fortunately, I finally have some medical answers! I have been diagnosed with PCOS. Currently, I am trying to find a way forward without too many medications. If anyone has any advice I would love to hear it!!
-TWW
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ThatWriterWoman
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Writer from the UK (she/her, 27) specialising in fictional tales of the most fantastical kind! Often seen posting fables, myths, and poetry! All written with NO AI!
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