Apologies
Like a cloud, overhanging
the colour blue,
where we lie
maybe not,
those residing words, written out
after a night once again.
Left alone, always
the colour blue.
Draining roses,
in minutes staining
I'm blushing,
you're vacant
it's day again.
Littering nameless things
breath in draft
Intrepid,
naked anatomy
sticky with vapour
and the subversion of
my smile,
inspirited between us
where spring lives
in the transitory skies
just like a kiss
goodnight,
goodbye.
Blue
The colour of you.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 12:33 AM UTC
Apologies
Like a cloud, overhanging
the colour blue,
where we lie
maybe not,
those residing words, written out
after a night once again.
Left alone, always
the colour blue.
Draining roses,
in minutes staining
I'm blushing,
you're vacant
it's day again.
Littering nameless things
breath in draft
Intrepid,
naked anatomy
sticky with vapour
and the subversion of
my smile,
inspirited between us
where spring lives
in the transitory skies
just like a kiss
goodnight,
goodbye.
Blue
The colour of you.
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