this love is like red wine
spilt before it's drunk
your white balloon hovers
in my head over Bristol
an ashtray full of burnt-out hopes
I've smoked as another day
without you ends
insomnia will give me a heart attack
one day
all my sleepless nights
I dedicate to you
fire & brimstone
be ******
though this will never work
& I'm running out of poems
to write about you
& all this
& each night
is shortening my life
& tired
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
this love is like red wine
spilt before it's drunk
your white balloon hovers
in my head over Bristol
an ashtray full of burnt-out hopes
I've smoked as another day
without you ends
insomnia will give me a heart attack
one day
all my sleepless nights
I dedicate to you
fire & brimstone
be ******
though this will never work
& I'm running out of poems
to write about you
& all this
& each night
is shortening my life
& tired
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