Our Memories Were Too Beautiful To LastA Poem by CookieMisfit1969
Sweet stinging of vodka on your lips
Now on mine too Soft clashing of raging storms and thunders Wreaking havoc on our drunken minds. The tapping of raindrops on the window. The wind from north knocking on the door. The crisping of burnt wood on the fireplace. Your warm hands clasping mine. Time stopped. As if he wanted to relish to moment too. It was beautiful. Too beautiful to last. It was almost... delusional. I woke up Enveloped by the cold reality. I found myself kneeling With tears on my face, On my sleeve, On my collar. There was something in front of me A gravestone And engraved on it Were words my tongue ached to utter. Your name © 2017 CookieMisfit1969Author's Note
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StatsAuthorCookieMisfit1969PhilippinesAboutHey there! Nice to meet you! CookieMisfit1969 here. I'm a 17 year old emo writer who keeps spouting nonsense when she write. Just a random kid you would bump at the street and don't spare another glan.. more..Writing
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