My hopes are so high
that your kiss might kill me.
So won’t you kill me,
so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelry,
which ever you prefer.
-Dashboard Confessional
My hopes are so high
that your kiss might kill me.
So won’t you kill me,
so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelry,
which ever you prefer.
-Dashboard Confessional
Gretchen Filart
Gretchen Filart is a Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize-nominated poet and essayist from the Philippines. Her works center on motherhood, love, healing, nature, and intersectionalities and have received distinction from phoebe’s Spring Poetry Contest and Navigator’s Travel Writing Competition. Connect with her on Twitter and Instagram @gretchenfilart, or her website, ourworldinwords.com. She is usually friendly.
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