Like the sweetest dream
On my woken mind
You're fading
Another reason why
To me,
New York is a somber, tired place
Not ready;
I squeeze you tight
But your embrace is a bubble bath
In a thunderstorm
Turning to water
In my grasp
I feel your warmth
Ebbing away
From the little pool I saved
In my cupped hands
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Author:
Spinning lights (
Offline) - Published: July 19th, 2018 17:20
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
You write so beautifully of sadness 💜
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