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As writer,
I could compose,
the most elegant words that could sweeten the tongue.
Sticking to the roof of your mouth like molasses.
As a lover, I could cuddle my partner asleep.
Nightly, wrapped in our duvet and extremities-
Even with the most beautiful worlds,
derived from nothing but my imagination.
My love, sweet nothings,
distant, deprive, disband
Like a craving,
whispers in my ear...
When dear,
will you make time for me?
Presently,
I cannot,
replace the emptiness in my heart.
I am out of spoons—
None left to swoon
Ever changing,
as phases of the moon.
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About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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