The lilac of your shirt
Brought me a thousand
Memories, I was golden
In your hands, Midas touch
Does sooth old pains, it did
Back then, my both have turned
To rust since as your shirt gained
The look of a dull bruise fading with
Those summer nights cutting into snippets
Of a movie that never should have been made.
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Sad Girl
PoesíaPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
