Note: Listen to "Quit" by Cashmere Cat and Ariana Grande while reading this.
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I never mentioned this before,
You breathed deeply of the scent so familiar,
A scent of our decaying fiction
That I got attached to like I did to
The smell of books.
Holding you close, I felt the cold ink flow through the aging paper
Like the blood rushing to my cheeks.
Gliding my hand through the
crumbled papers
Like I did down your arm, until I reached you fingers,
Entangling mine around yours,
I felt content.
Nuzzling my nose on your chest
I could smell the weightless scent of petrichor.
Like it does when my tears stain
the paper.
Oh how I wish I could show the world how beautiful you were made
But my mere words are everything I have
And only the color of your eyes paint them to life.
- Pink Poet
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20/04/2018
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Pink Poetry
PoetryThose 3:42 am thoughts. . Pink Poetry is a collection of poems depicting the range of thoughts, while covering different emotions of a human. . First part published on 18/02/2017 Highest rank #10 on Poetry ...
