The last time
I saw your eyes
they were empty and lifeless
and nothing like I remembered
The last time
I kissed your red lips
they were cold and hard
not warm and soft as I remembered
The last time
I ran these fingers through your brown locks
they were caked with blood and dirt
not the soft and smooth ones I remembered
Bout dear, those times are past
those smiles we taken from us quite fast
and no matter how many times i wish them back,
I have to accept, that those times are dead
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Midnight Words
Poetry//All I ever learned from love, is what pain is.// Highest rank: #40 in poetry Cover credit all go to @untamedchaos-. She's awesome, go check her out!
