one day,
it will be exactly 4:05 in the morning, and instead of not sleeping because of the deafening screams that flood my mind, it will be because of the silence of love from him.
him; a person i have yet to meet.
but i know he will be overflowing with sweet necture,
one that is pure,
one that doesn't burn my lips when i kiss him.
he will take my hand, and gently whisper in my ear, "will you dance with me?" as genuine laughter fills the room.
he will never hate my flaws, nor will he ever dare raise a finger in anger because he knows how precious and fragile my love can travel.
and you?
you will be dreaming about how absent your life is and how nothing can ever fulfill the silent energy
that mine had left in is path.
you will be upset that no one is different. that the love you so deeply wish for never comes as your story stays the same while mine is completely rewritten in perfect harmony.
all because i finally chose me, and you never chose you.
- 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...
