You are the last moments
of sunshine in
everyday
and yet,
the night is in you.
Your spirit smells bright
and runs red
like that of
Valentines
and veins.
You are goodness
and greed
perpendicular.
You trouble me.
I love to
hate you.
You,
you were in every
awakening
where nightmares
and dreams
curled together
like fists
and caresses.
I will never
be sure of you,
of us,
until the
next dreams fall on me
between your dusk
and dawn.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
You are the last moments
of sunshine in
everyday
and yet,
the night is in you.
Your spirit smells bright
and runs red
like that of
Valentines
and veins.
You are goodness
and greed
perpendicular.
You trouble me.
I love to
hate you.
You,
you were in every
awakening
where nightmares
and dreams
curled together
like fists
and caresses.
I will never
be sure of you,
of us,
until the
next dreams fall on me
between your dusk
and dawn.
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