Every time I walk past your house it f***s me up.A Poem by Tanzy64Something I just started working on this evening
How we once treated each other; as lovers of rare earths
the words we said, that word we said; whispered desperately, between the lipsound of your mouth on my arms that sentence, finished with I do I do, I really really do Seeing those eyes afterwards dissipate into that shy smile and that f*****g beautiful nose of yours sticking out like some wild and furious satellite to and for the world What passion now? Gone, so cold who are we now? Distant travelers walking alone on the same road I remember you and loved all of that those freckles that you did gently let me kiss that blushing smile that breaks me into raw cinders I ask you now, do I think of you? I do I do, I really really f*****g do.
© 2013 Tanzy64Author's Note
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