for a brief moment,
i felt special.
you painted my skin,
in stardust.
and when you twirled me,
under the midnight dark sky,
i danced and smiled.
i couldn't even realise ;
not until all the glitter,
had faded away from my eyes.
left alone, I stand in the cold night
bleeding a crimson red.
have a safe trip back home,
One of us won't be making it back tonight.
°°°
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Skin Deep Memories | PO
Poetry❝Memories aren't meant to be forgotten. They stay. And with it you grow.❞ - //m. _____ a collection of poems, rants, snippets and quotes #100thou...
