longer dreams of longing
chest breathing when i awake
visions fade into memories,
then into the aftertaste of high
oh how i desire for
someone, anyone
to be my future memories
with memorable vast arms
and a shoulder wet with my melancholy
and a scent so uniquely human
with lips shaped like their heart.
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Author:
crackingmeadows (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
Romantic with great metaphor and images a fave
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