I didn't mean to be
the one to leave and return
But here I am
Begging you to swallow my darkness
and keep me sane
Hands gripped around a door knob and bathtub rain
Your breath smells of cigarettes and a whole lot of pain.
I've lost memory of your hands carved in mine
but if you were to do it again it'll all be fine
I've tried running away from the scent of our sadness dried up in the edges of our bed
Away from starless skies and entwined cries
But my love, your sadness has build a home for mine
and perhaps I need to build one for yours.
HELLO!I HOPE YOU'RE DOING GOOD,BECAUSE IF NOT FAKE A SMILE,UNTIL IT BECOMES A REAL ONE ❤
-Misski
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Black Rose (#GemAwards2018)
Poesía"we forgot that hope didn't have to expressed in railway of lines or in the form of you destroying me or me destroying you." - Misski Mohamed
