When someone grabs a perfect, pounding portion of your heart,
and permanently walks away,
should the poor unfulfilled victim steal it back,
or passively accept that’s where it is to stay.
Personally, i find it quite impossible to accept,
and would find it purely unpleasant to take back,
for his putrid hands have ruined it,
the once blue veins are black.
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your lips taste of the
peanut m&m’s straight from the jar
and of drunken promises
in the dead of night.
our eyelids are shut
and our eyelashes...
I wonder if this is how my father felt when he turned 20.
Did he have the same thoughts dwelling his mind?
I want to ask him,
What does it...
I dreamt about poetry
it was just you and me.
Dancing to the metered beats—
molding similes over
chocolate treats—walking
...
I go through nights where I can listen to one song over and over again, simply because the melody makes me think of your hands...
