Feeling Poeticism

"this is the type of a story made of my heart and written by my hands"


1. Cross Love

you see her lips always tasted of coffee,

and were stained of the tear drops straining down her face from the night before-

as her arms shook from the scars that rode them up and down.

meanwhile his lips-

they had always tasted the way cigarettes smelled,

and were stuck in a constance of seriousness-

wondering what had gone on the night before;

and why his chest had scars riding it up and down once more.

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