Was strolling for caresses
the armor got thick instead
intoxicated by breathing your shirt
you've never been mine
but I stayed trapped into your
big blue iced eyes at first sight
Bodies confused on one another
no morning was shared, your
light disappeared with the stars
a hangover coffee replaces
last night alcohol, but not
the cigarettes, burning them
with your lighter, where are you,
your hands? I sink into sheets
Sun is brightening, its already 12
don't know what to say, how to stay
words into a poem you'll never read
distrusting love to not get hurts
we're good adoring each other
only when the moon shines at 3am.
YOU ARE READING
Red wine, black ink.
ŞiirI write during the nights in which insomnia hits my soul. Poems steal my words and make sadness touchable.
