Messy bed head.
Fled once again.
Welcoming for one night.
No bright desire.
Soft smile.
Naked feet, frigid tile.
Rumpled sheets.
Crumpled grin.
Slipped from another's grasp.
Smothered guilt's flames.
Partner never the same.
An unwise beginning, to an unwise day.
Dark eyes.
In morning's light.
Escape with no warning.
Their grip, too weak.
To bare the weight.
Never there for a 'good morning', breakfast or 'goodbye'.
Left tousled, nervously scurrying.
Welcoming unfamiliar skies.
Messy bed head.
Fled once again.
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Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
