Crisp, her crisp skin,
Felt something warm skiing down its way on a cooled touch.
Solitude, silent room
Heard her lamenting.
Lungs, her lungs inhaled the cold air.
Choking and searching for ways to breathe to survive.
Leaving a sigh sinking, trying to kiss the air, thinking it'd find its way back to him, when he use to love her from the side he didn't fake.
― v // poeticmask
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Poesíaboy 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 ❤️
