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At the stroke of Love we both became poets and... At the strike of a heartbreak we became a a Sad Sad Sad Poem Now we both think and believe love is pain... Always and inevitably painted and scripted in painful vowels And all promises in it nothing but broken dry ‘vow-wells’ Our bodies lying next to each other, yet, windows to hearts shut The sun in our eyes turning ice-cold This is the Afterlove where... Without one another, we keep kissing each other’s shadows and silhouettes Baby, could there be a life after love? In the Afterlove...?
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
The Afterlove
At the stroke of Love we both became poets and... At the strike of a heartbreak we became a a Sad Sad Sad Poem Now we both think and believe love is pain... Always and inevitably painted and scripted in painful vowels And all promises in it nothing but broken dry ‘vow-wells’ Our bodies lying next to each other, yet, windows to hearts shut The sun in our eyes turning ice-cold This is the Afterlove where... Without one another, we keep kissing each other’s shadows and silhouettes Baby, could there be a life after love? In the Afterlove...?
Josh_Cooper
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Josh_Cooper
M/Malawi, Africa
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
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