
Scarce emotions
Give me all that’s left
We’ll make do with our doom
We’ll make do in our nest
Nightly talks replete with insomnia
My chest filled with your tears
Secret language of the crickets
We find common ground
to translate our soul
into each other’s hearts
We see it
Our fulfilled potential
I feel your hands
filling the gaps
and the falling of the
memories of sands
ceases in our embrace
Lies on top of lies
on a foundation of truth
I am in a liminal space
when you forget about me
Living leaves a bitter taste
while you weigh a little less
I feel freer no longer fighting
Fire in your eyes returns
Scarce emotions
give him all that’s left
I’ll make do with my doom
I’ll make do in my nest
Art by David A. Hardy
Achingly beautiful ❤️
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fantastic.
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