Acetone
What a day it will be
when we'll discover that
underneath our overworn sheen
is a layer of untouched rust,
smothered with lust.
And then with a scalding cry,
our minds will shatter,
splitting our belief of love
in half, where it's always been.
We will extirpate
all our memories,
as if the stars never
decorated the sky,
And when someone
inquires why,
you can tell them what we had
was only a velleity
branching out of our hearts.
- Crimsyy
A/N: Thankyou so much for all your support! You guys have gotten Burn to rank #174 in Poetry only on its first week!! I am so thankful for all of you who vote and comment and add Burn to your reading lists....if you'd like to, vote and comment any thoughts on this one and what you understood of it. ☆
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PoetryThere are cigarette lighters everywhere you turn. Welcome to my new book, Burn! I hope you enjoy it (: - Crimsyy
