Sunday, 29 April 2018

Flames

there is something about the flames
they don't end
I would say words to you for hours
but I don't

we don't
they don't grow
as I thought they wouldn't leave now I think they could not come
and I freeze
I picture your face to calm down
I embrace my bed but I don't close my eyes

I miss everything of you
I fear all the things of me

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