Wake up in the morning, at night.
Wonderin' if you love me.
You look at me as if I'm stupid.
I'd climb up out my window.
Do I have what it just takes?
Underneath these sunset pink skies.
Looking in those wonderin' eyes.
Do I count every single rose in the world.
Roll in the stars in this universe.
Doing what you love to do.
Your thoughts just something to consume.
You killed me clean, smooth as kneaded butter.
Always just out of reach.
Felt like everything I'd ever need.
Just a bit outta my reach.
Your affection volatile, like liquid kerosene.
Imagine, that I am.
What you think of me.
You've reached your last drip.
Not a drop of influence left.
Could have been paradise.
Under soft pink skies.
A smooth ass dream.
A too good feeling.
Oh baby, I'll be fine.
My sentiment ain't surreal.
I won't come back to you.
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Sunrise or Sunset; The Garden of Hugs
PoetryHey all! This is just a collection of primarily free-verse poems I've created. Every poem is a different flower with a theme. To give the feeling of warmth and healing. With a sprinkling of finding resilience from within. That is the overall goal. E...
