It was early sunday morning
And the sky was pastel pink
I closed my shade
My windows
and turned up the a/c.
He was red like mahogany
His eyes were quite too clear
But in a minute he would fall asleep
and i would be so out of here
I get that you're an actor
But i know that you have needs
Because in a small place inside of you
this poem might not want to fall asleep.
My shades are down i will not see you evermore
I do not need you anymore
Im done with this and you wont see me anynore
You wont hear my thoughts pour.
When the clouds get me nalstaglic
the empty side of my bed snores
Ill be writing no ones name and you'll be chilling with a curse.
#julien
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Rose Thorn
PoetryPoems from the past present and future by Julien and Cj. We had an old book about 2 years age called "Rose Thorn" that was tragically deleted called and we were lucky enough to find the deleted poems. So this is going to be the reuploaded version wi...
