My desires hook themselves to
the lingering dreams of
lost kisses.
Enamelling the decrepit walls
of my
sanity,
like the soft echoes
of your last whispers,
or like a tortured memory,
drifting and unnurtured
cascading within the depths of
delirium.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
My desires hook themselves to
the lingering dreams of
lost kisses.
Enamelling the decrepit walls
of my
sanity,
like the soft echoes
of your last whispers,
or like a tortured memory,
drifting and unnurtured
cascading within the depths of
delirium.
To remember what never was there.
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