cherry cola on my lips
he shrugs and tosses me into his hips
feeling beams of the sun on our golden skin
never tasted summer quite like this
sweet memories faded which I tempted to keep
listening to our song on repeat
blasting through the speakers on the other side of the wooden door
sitting, laying on the bathroom floor
smoking cigarettes like we used to before
sour into alkaline the smoke you exhaled expands to the porch
cherry cola and cigarettes
memories that I kept
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Clarity
PoetrySometimes I write down what don't let me sleep at night. Maybe I create my own dreams with silent screams on the screen tonight. 90% made in nights, 100% made out of my honest thoughts written down in those Texts Poems, thoughts
