I.
And to all of them,
you were but
cigarette breaths
and endless voids
and a hopeless heart
and a damaged soul.
II.
And to me, you were
reckless roses
and lips that taste like
twilight skies;
you were a soul beautiful
in all its bleakness.
III.
But now you’re the north
and I’m reduced
to a broken compass.
And maybe after all,
they were right
and I simply never was.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
I.
And to all of them,
you were but
cigarette breaths
and endless voids
and a hopeless heart
and a damaged soul.
II.
And to me, you were
reckless roses
and lips that taste like
twilight skies;
you were a soul beautiful
in all its bleakness.
III.
But now you’re the north
and I’m reduced
to a broken compass.
And maybe after all,
they were right
and I simply never was.
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