someone locking his lips ;
I don't feel the same passion.
Resting my heavy weak body on the bed ;
I'm insomniac, I'm used to sleep in your arms.
Breathing in the wintry air ;
I don't sense your addictive cologne.
Smiling into the mirror ;
I get reminded that you're gone and will never return to tell me pretty words to
tranquil this chaotic heart.
Everything without you seems
different.
― v // poeticmask
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archived thoughts // poetry
Puisiboy you got me drunk in your love, dizzy and drowning, in our fake & hollow ; memories. • ©poeticmask #9 [ 27.10.17 ] [ Mostly ranting ] Hit a like if you relate ❤️
