Our love is science fiction
I wrap your love around my vein
It’s called addiction
Still the power you contain
I’ve got affliction
But I love you all the same
So I keep wishing
On stars I knew your real name
And I keep itching
In places where you came
But I lie and call it rain
When the truth makes my soul wane
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Welp. 15460 days old and still not learning universal lessons. 😭
On a positive note, I have no grey hairs.
But 2020 is pushing my temperament.
I don’t know how to give up something I’ve never had.
I don’t know where to put all this love. 😭😭
Trying not to die on the street like Edgar Allan Poe. 😭😭😭