I kinda miss the old times
with my small hands on your palm .
this affection being our only crime
causing our bodies ,
to be painted with wounds ,
as we applied eachother with soothing balms .
I kinda miss the old times
when you used to sing my name
so beautiful how time flies
now our love can never be the same
we were playing a game
our foolishness lacking tame
our bodies lacking shame
to this situation without a name
was it even love ?
or can I call it something ?
a situation we shouldn't name
even if it caused out hearts to go aflame .
your lips on my lips
once a queen to my castle
you ,my darling ,my own eclipse
we couldn't win this battle
but when I sit on sunshine
I can hear my name in the wind
one-day ,you might be mine
together like we re destined
I kinda miss the old times
with my small hands on your palm.
this affection being our only crime
causing our bodies,
to be painted with wounds,
as we applied eachother with soothing balms .
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queen. |✓|
Poetry(POETRY ABOUT MOTHERHOOD & LOVE ) You whisper "My queen " and I can only stare ahead because there's nothing for me to say except think of how much I'm dead Think of how so far gone I am I'm loose in touch with reality because I still see you sc...
