Denial of. . .

abstract, anxiety and worry, Art, Emotional warfare, Line art, love, noodling, paper, pencil, poetry



enjoyment of the moment that asks nothing,

but never unwavering adamant way of thinking;

Love has denied, deprived, and depraved me.


I will accept love as it comes

in a form of a pigeon,

that caws in the night,

that has crows feet at my sight.

And will hold its hand by the base of my foot,

that i will never give up.

Becuz i need you beside me.

Dont care if you cannot even miss, kiss or even hold me in my darkest hour.


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