stranger's bed
in cozy sheets
sleepy sighs
and drowsy state,
damp pillows
reek of smoke
and cheap whiskey
hymns like broken things
in this cold hour
his breath draws
warm on my skin
my eyes are tired
from the fucking we had
and i wondered
if you are too
what you are doing?
do you think of me
like i do at 3?
when you are fucking
do you dream it's me?
ㅡ questions at 3
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Pandora
Poetry🌼 A compilation of my poems and proses and basically just paragraphs i thought of and tell ' you are the fissure; the crack in between, the damage made of two lusting heart's mistake. ㅡ unwanted p. 87 © 2018 xerotonin basically thi...
