Time between us long and finite.
As if I were keeping track.
A gold coin I'm due.
As I've been sober from you.
Your image pixelated and blurry.
Only a ripple you now are stirring.
What it is to feel your embrace.
And how it was to kiss your face.
Slowly I will forget.
The next one I will protect.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
Time between us long and finite.
As if I were keeping track.
A gold coin I'm due.
As I've been sober from you.
Your image pixelated and blurry.
Only a ripple you now are stirring.
What it is to feel your embrace.
And how it was to kiss your face.
Slowly I will forget.
The next one I will protect.
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