“Strawberries and Nicotine.”

A place I’ve never known.
A touch I’ve never felt.
And words I’ve never said.


She dances on my fingertips.
With gems for eyes, and candied lips.
Her scent that teases, a smell I’ve never known.
It beckons me forth, as if I’ll never own.
The sun dies down, as shadows dance.
She leaves my body in a trance.
With parting lips that never left.
A fleeting touch, still on my chest.
Words that scream, but that I’ll never say.
Locked inside my head until this day.
I shout, I beg, I swear I’ll wipe the pain away.
Just please, don’t leave.
Please, don’t go away.

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Theomulus

Maybe if we pool our despair together, it won't seem so bad.

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