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Charlotte Hartry Apr 2015
I don't quite know
what love is

but if it wasn't us
I don't believe it exists

for your taste still lingers
on my lips.
Charlotte Hartry Apr 2015
your lips are lit candle wicks

(they burn)
Charlotte Hartry Apr 2015
Love is iridescent.
Each love a different color,
a unique essence.
Charlotte Hartry Apr 2015
I'll always remember your laugh,
and the way you said goodbye
like it wasn't really the end.
Charlotte Hartry Apr 2015
I’ve seen the night’s demise
with the luminescent sunrise
and stood in a downpour
a thousand times before,
but everything I do with you
feels brand new.

— The End —