Note: Listen to 'Malibu Nights' by LANY while reading this.
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Our last meeting was set
In a crowded place
For us meeting alone
Was always catastrophic.
Gloomy grey clouds;
Talking about the weather
Like we really care.
Both liars
But selfishness requires
A sacrifice.
I learned to deceive
Through my eyes
So you keep yours low
Dare not let them
Meet mine.
And I tried not to look
At your face
Read the expression
Settled on it,
I fear I'll know you
A little too well,
Even more so
I dread things I might
Learn about myself.
Our conversations always
Seemed sweet,
Tinged with sourness
Of melancholy.
But we both know
There's nothing to gain
Through them
Hollow words.
It's our feeble attempt
To stretch the minutes
As we are living
On borrowed time
With expiration date
Stamped on our foreheads.
So I write my last wish
On the wine-stained,
Restaurant napkin,
To be disposed
Along with leftovers
Of our final feast.
- Pink Poet
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22/07/2020
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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 ...
