She sprinkled my lips with sugar. I closed my eyes.
Your smiles of Cinnamon called out to me. Delirious broke down mouth cursing the nights.
She heard the name I whispered. Her sugar dissolving over poured out vinegar. Gin inside a honeycomb. Crayons over watercolors. Bubbling over, picked from a tree. Waxy pigments over liquid rainbows, lighted neon hazes.
She left, you stayed. Only a memory but you are here, until I decide to let you go, forgetting how much you mean to me.
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
PoetryA Poetry Collection About The Dark Side Of Falling In Love With The Wrong Person And Making Your Way Out Of The Fire...Breath by Breath...Exhaling The Smoke & Breathing In Fresh Air Again. #100poemsin100days challenge beginning August 21- November 2...
