Last week
the clocked ticked towards an
ungodly hour as the memories of you seemed to write themselves
in bold.
The fluorescent kitchen lights seduced me into believing they were diamonds,
swimming through my veins and
getting my every desire.
You once told me our lips were bridges and no matter where I am,
I can't seem to forget just how beautiful it once was to just
collapse into you.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC
Last week
the clocked ticked towards an
ungodly hour as the memories of you seemed to write themselves
in bold.
The fluorescent kitchen lights seduced me into believing they were diamonds,
swimming through my veins and
getting my every desire.
You once told me our lips were bridges and no matter where I am,
I can't seem to forget just how beautiful it once was to just
collapse into you.
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