Late November and I walk in with you.
What could a good moment possibly do?
A glove is placed by your front door.
It’s strange to think it’s not there anymore.
Bitter hearts are a taste that’s known to me.
I hold your hand and taste your unsweetened tea.
6 months in of an unflavored love.
What do you think this could be a sign of?
Four green eyes can mix up a storm.
The freezing cold of a college dorm.
Tartness is the way you have broken me.
I wake in the morning and drink this unsweetened tea.
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Author:
Jasmine Swift (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 17th, 2024 21:11
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem I wrote about the kind of relationship that has no impact on you. There's nothing good, but there's nothing bad either. It just exists.
- Category: Sad
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