I cut my teeth on broken pieces
lost the peace of kindred tongue
you pulled away and left the creases
pulled the air inside my lungs
I cut my teeth on unknown numbers
colder beds and new perfume
gilded dreams begets less slumber
as do they with unknown rooms
I cut my teeth on cutting heartstrings
love, to me this is not new
I have been through this before
and love, I did it before you
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Wow..
You managed to create the perfect balance between the flow of words, and the meaning packed behind each metaphor. This pure talent. Great work!
Nice rhythm…especially loved the first stanza
Much enjoyed.
Perhaps and expression to just one of the many loves you’ve had? Interesting read with a bite!