staring down at my glass
rum stains my lips
and my mind begins to wonder
will you miss
my honey brown eyes gazing into yours
my loud laugh
my lips pressed against yours
because i know
i am
missing
the soft smile playing on your lips
your fingertips lazily brushing against
my skin
tangled up in the sheets
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Author:
mylittleheart (
Offline) - Published: May 29th, 2017 15:21
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Is something missing or simply lacking
Flagrant is the vagrant packing
Memories are the drops remaining
In a glass empty and so panging
i like this a lot
Good loving write.
thank you 🙂
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