![]() EscaspismA Poem by August
Sunday playlist plays in the background
lazy coffee cups lined by the window An ugly painting half done with the excuse of an allegory.. Sky threatened to pour over the kind of weather that makes you want to die slower I found myself under the sheets blissfully ignoring the exam next week.. Tangled hair that smelled like shampoo now laid scattered across his hand Fingers stained blue stuck to his face by glue his eyes slipped to mine and he just understands.. I'd cry about my ugly paintings.. and then about all my cravings Then i rant about my physics test and then about how i got into liking cats.. He'd wipe my tears and sweat and then the paint on my chest.. left me in my bed with a kiss on my head But we'll always be connected by a red thread.. © 2025 AugustAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on March 2, 2025 Last Updated on March 2, 2025 Author![]() AugustAboutHey I'm august (not really, that's more of a pen name because I'm paranoid and don't want my legal name out here).. When I'm bored, writing not that thought provoking poems is what i do.. It's underst.. more..Writing
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