Dark stripey laminate
Sits comfortably underneath us
As we paint out a million colours
Into the dimly lit air
Silent tears roll off rosy cheeks
Yet somehow they are met
By the realness of happy smiles
We talk for what feels like hours
We talk about love
We talk about hate
We talk about monsters we haven't shared before
By the end
We are floating
Feather light from the weights we have shed
We grab our hands tight together and
Fly off to the stripey duvets next door
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
Dark stripey laminate
Sits comfortably underneath us
As we paint out a million colours
Into the dimly lit air
Silent tears roll off rosy cheeks
Yet somehow they are met
By the realness of happy smiles
We talk for what feels like hours
We talk about love
We talk about hate
We talk about monsters we haven't shared before
By the end
We are floating
Feather light from the weights we have shed
We grab our hands tight together and
Fly off to the stripey duvets next door
Written about one of my favourite memories. Thank you mercury and Saturn. You mean the solor system to me. :)
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