i become engulfed
into someone new.
but this is different,
somber feelings,
and restless dreams
of imperfections.
we are the mirror,
we can glue back together.
we are the car,
that i could drive until our engine stops.
we are the love,
i want to try again some day.
and i will regret
every day,
for the moment
i lost you
after watching us slip
from the broken cracks
of our bleeding scars and
imperfections.
-zmh
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drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
