cruel summer
what a night it is to remember
did i make your legs shiver
as i kiss you on the lips to your shoulder
or did you want it harder?
maybe when the night is colder
point your revolver
and kiss me too on my shoulder
and make me shiver
as the cruel summer
is getting colder
this, we should remember
YOU ARE READING
dead stars: wishing and admiring from afar
Poetryprose & poetry to the stars that we used to have in our lives, i am sure that they have shined the brightest in their lifetime. my heart grieves with you.
