Text 6 Oct a sapphic that’s not quite a sapphic

burymywords:

Friend, you’ve never backstabbed me, even when the

arrows rained from heavenly skies and took your

breath to distant places, Apollo’s creed that

fell upon your quivering body. Now I

weep in stanzas that fill my

.

soul with only many regrets, like how the

sun would shine but all I could see was beauty,

yours surpassing all, yet a fool that let the

tides destroy the light of day – that was I.

(Source: yuujincho)


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