And as i came across the room
i felt the loneliness cross my body
like the weakness of a flu.
i couldn't imagine anything but you.
Morning sun, good morning son
that's what my father said,
i still think about you, but you're dead
i don't wash off my makeup, i don't care
getting bored of myself, i cut my hair.
Bathroom mat,
talking to my cat, like he could chat.
taking a shower in our new flat
and just like that
i was in my habitat
Meditating and taking
pills of lust and regret
as i stand across from you
i felt a different shade of blue
than what you felt, once too
2 weeks, time flies
reaching down my underwear
like in search of butterflies.
You don't trust but thrust in me.
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Meditating In The Landscape Of War And Anger
Poetry"Meditating In The Landscape Of War And Anger", is the 2nd book by poet and author May Allen. In the sophomore poetry book, she talks about the same topics of love, anger and sadness in a matured and honest way, more than ever! It's the perfect book...
