When your bed loses the colour of my blush,
And your skin forgets the euphoria of my lips,
When the walls don't echo our sighs anymore,
And the cold again takes over your fingertips,
When the creases of your shirt start to loosen themselves,
And the clouds clear out of the blue of your eyes,
I'll be there in your whiskers of solitude,
I'll be there in the darker goodbyes.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryStupidoscope is a collection of my weirdly stupid poems. They are written with no thoughts whatsoever. If you still like them. Let me know. And if you don't then please please definitely let me know.
