he'll never know I wrote about him

he'll never know I wrote about him

A Poem by mae
"

I find myself thinking of my muse. what a wonderful friend.

"
a playful smirk lays itself across your soft lips
as you sit looking down at my scarred body,
bruises and all,
and breathe slowly.

breathing in.

breathing out.

breathing in.

breathing out.

and as those three words escape your mind
life finally feels real again.

© 2024 mae


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mae
WAIT THIS SOUNDS LIKE ITS ABOUT SEX I PINKY PROMISE ITS NOT

Posted 1 Year Ago
Back and forth
back and forth
the realty of pendulums.
Powerful stuff.
Vol

Posted 1 Year Ago


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 Added on August 23, 2024
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hello, my name is mae. I have been writing poetry for about 3 years now and am constantly looking for new ways to improve. friending works two ways. if I review your poems, I expect you to do the s.. more..