If you're the one,
if you want me bound.
Help me believe it,
and stay safe and sound.

If what you say,
if your word is a way.
Help me recieve it.
Though my soul's astray.

Life within is painful,
heart and brain's at war.
Feelings all so "hurricaned",
down to existential core.

So if you're the one,
pour me another round.
And let us tumble
exstatic to the ground.

Poetry by Sunlit
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Written on 2024-02-11 at 17:17

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