My Lips are Myth and your Mind is a Cliché that don't Exist (2)

myself from Nastolgic reveries Your name fits constantly on my tongue Reminding me of what you've done How your hand fits in mine Sweeter than any wine Branded there like spidery strands The memory of your hands Haunt me as I go to sleep Brushing against my insomniac dreams These words are wasted, drunk, puking on the pavement. These memories are faded, confused, and jaded. The picture of your body pressed to mine, tear out my eyes, leaving me blind. And my heart is bleeding from my pen ...
Author: KAxMIxKAxZI; Tags: poem poetry Poems words spoken my lips are myth and your mind is cliche that don't exist part two



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