—i, no longer see
your eyes closed,
or your legs open
we used to
mix love with cheap wine
now we are searching for
each other in another lips
are we going to spend all of our money
on hotels, just to keep ourselves
from coming back home?
YOU ARE READING
despite all the bitter words
Poetryit turns out that in the end, everything will be the same as others anyway, no matter how many times they convinced you that they will never do this to you, no matter how many tears you're going to shed about it, no matter how many songs you made th...
