Curtains hustling in my old windows
Shadows looming in fainted silhouttes
You draw nearer as I faced south
With blankets filled with sorrow
Escalating to your calmness
Your hands enveloped me
A sudden flashforward:
What are we again?
That summer night I knew
My heart was crossing the line
For in the eyes of hypocrisy
Our intimacy was a crime
I left these vivid imageries
Of the remainders of the past
Of our convoluted label
we called …
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
Curtains hustling in my old windows
Shadows looming in fainted silhouttes
You draw nearer as I faced south
With blankets filled with sorrow
Escalating to your calmness
Your hands enveloped me
A sudden flashforward:
What are we again?
That summer night I knew
My heart was crossing the line
For in the eyes of hypocrisy
Our intimacy was a crime
I left these vivid imageries
Of the remainders of the past
Of our convoluted label
we called …
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