Untitled #12

You think these tears are for you.

Foolish.

I let them drop to the

ground for

me.

At first our scents

were to me the

greatest of all symphonies.

Our talk, the most

beautiful of all

pictures.

Our love, the

softest of all 

gazes.

i grew so deep

into you that

I forgot even my

own favourite

colour.

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sad write but well penned out