I can't count the minutes you've been gone.
my fingers grip the carpet, I'm your pawn.
I look up to you, my only,
you make me feel less lonely.
pink is what makes us feel small
pastel if you count them all.
you haven't finished with all the stars
you missed the time they caught onto cars.
colors splatted on paper, like bruises on skin.
I enjoy your hand closing them thin.
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kill me kindly.
YOU ARE READING
infinity kiss
Poetryan angel kisses me the way I kiss the devil.. and you are both ♡♡♡♡ I didn't want any of it to stop. I wanted to breathe you in entirely... ♡♡♡♡ another poetry book where it is not in theme and contains love stuff and maybe random stuff and it's kin...
