emotions ebb from
me in waves, raw emotions
drown me in flames.
desperate to be set
free its cage, a monster
awaits to come out and play.
but what if i want more
than bated threats
and somber eyes?
who will look upon
me and mourn,
when I die?
summer flings are
for the songbirds
but it would have been
nice for someone
to remember my name🌞

@amateur__poet • • •

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