.lost like some forgotten dreams.

.lost like some forgotten dreams.

A Poem by Britanie

its almost midnight
and i can't stop remembering
that hotel room
and the spilled wine
waking up to your opened eyes
and taking photos of
the small of your back.
i don't remember being
inside of you
i only remember
wishing that i could be.

© 2012 Britanie


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