"we walk between lines
i did not know existed
weary of boundaries
and walls that keep us distant
we wear smiles
and make small talk of vital politeness
but i'd like to think that you know
about the nights that end up being nightless
i think of old memories
whether it reminds me of beauty or pain
like the way you looked at me
or my laugh in august rain
the beauty mark on your chin
is one of many
but it reminds me of your lips upon my skin
and that is plenty
to keep me awake for hours at a time
oh, how you do this to me,
my once sweet love of mine"
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Poetry"a collection of the words i fall asleep thinking and the words i wake up to." [lowercase - completed]
