our relationship
was slowly being destroyed
like a girls lips
in the winter cold.
you'd left, and traveled away
and left me in the cold, shivering.
and I watched the snow
fall onto my hand, glistening
and now i knew
I'd be needing something
after I licked my lips,
so I got out my trusty Chapstick.
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astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
