Category: Poetry

Tonight,I can’t get my mind tonot think of you like the sunsetthat night, you’re everlasting while we maynot be togethertonight, I don’t feel like we’reapart gosh,the thought of youreminds me that you’ll : be okay. Can’t deny I’m worried.

who knewthis is howour cookie wouldcrumble we must’veforgotten the egg hard to sticktogether aftera while at least it wassweet while itlasted well,c’est la vieI guess

Tonight –even the sunsetits colours, the clouds,and the wind try to lead me to you they all pointtowards you it’s likethey all knowabout youand I it’s likethey knowhow your lipstake me elsewheresomewhere far from here tonight,after it kept mecompany, the reddishsun went down and hidafter a while kinda like you

The night I met youI caught the moon looking at us,and I noticed your eyes, on me The night I met youI never thought I’d feelyour lipsin the way that I did The lips of youfelt like a portal right throughthe deepest part ofyour tender heart

It’s been a whileyet I still feel youagainst meas I lay here It’s been a whilesince I broke yourglass(es)full of rosé (Can you see clearly now?) It’s been a while,yet tonight,my goddamnglass of winetastes likeyour lips

would it bea dangerto us if I diddangerouslyadmit, how muchit meantto me to bethere for youand be apart ofyour littlepity-fulparty for two

we are of shattered glassesand broken dreamswicked lovers and rose colouredglasses we are a part of your broken dreamshattered and wickedlike your rosé sippinglover we are a part of a wicked loverosé fuelled and maintainedwe need our glasses to seeclearly we’re clear about it nowwho knows if it’s a broken dreambetween our rosé sips and…