Xeno Hemlock

It hurts to write it; I procrastinate
For words I became a sad celibate
Like a romantic, I hopelessly wait
For my Prince Charming who is very late

You must’ve wondered why I went missing
Inside my drowned world, grief had been swimming
19th normalcy, I just kept feigning
Pretend it’s over, life’s again beam—

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