He & I were intimate,
Irresistible,
Inseparable,
And irregulars.
Yet that's what made us sync.
What made us united was our differences & it lasted for a bit,
Or for a few hours.
We fell in love, well at least I did.
For when I woke he was gone.
He left a residue of his scent.
He left a mark on my skin.
He left an imprint on my memory.
He left a stain on my lips.
He left my life before morning.
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Pathetic Poetry
PoetryHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
