i still remember everything about you,
like the way you used to whisper my name,
and the soft upwards curve of your lips.
i remember how your eyes glowed in the sun,
like golden pools of honey and pure bliss,
so warm that i wanted to just fall sleep in them.
like maybe i could crawl into them,
and stay there forever, warm and content.
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Death by Words: A Selection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry written by me (that, as always, demonstrates my mental deterioration and inner dialogue).
