you looked of sanctity
but tasted of sin.
with your wide eyes of blue
& your porcelain skin.
your lips felt so perfect,
right up against mine.
almost as if we were
old stars aligned.
your words were like honey,
they slipped out so smooth.
& so often you spoke,
there was no interlude.
word after word,
I was spellbound.
&
kiss after kiss,
feelings unwound.
you removed all my layers;
left me stripped bare.
and all that was left were
strands of blonde hair.
were they yours?
were they mine?
were they merely a figment
of my lovedrunk mind?
till now i’m unsure,
but would I like to know?
we’ll leave this unanswered,
farewell my faux beau.
Nov 15, 2022
Nov 15, 2022 at 5:20 PM UTC
you looked of sanctity
but tasted of sin.
with your wide eyes of blue
& your porcelain skin.
your lips felt so perfect,
right up against mine.
almost as if we were
old stars aligned.
your words were like honey,
they slipped out so smooth.
& so often you spoke,
there was no interlude.
word after word,
I was spellbound.
&
kiss after kiss,
feelings unwound.
you removed all my layers;
left me stripped bare.
and all that was left were
strands of blonde hair.
were they yours?
were they mine?
were they merely a figment
of my lovedrunk mind?
till now i’m unsure,
but would I like to know?
we’ll leave this unanswered,
farewell my faux beau.
- another poem I wrote at 15 <3 oh the pain of teenage heartbreak…
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