pure white bones stare at me
every time you flood over
with your wit and in unbearable chemistry
it seems as if there is not enough soil
in the world to bury this
to bury you,to bury us
and so I feel your bones rattle from the grave
you shake the dust off your chest
with regret and heart felt declarations
and I gently pull out the weeds sorrounding us
with unconditional love
I wish you would stop haunting me
more than anything,
I wish I would stop letting you in
but,I still want you
_gravy poulder🔶
©linetmaina
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