I wish someone undestood
my alien language.
I dip red cappuccinos
to cure that melancholic
familiarity that wraps
around me every 0:30 am.
I wish everyone left the cave
carvings of my burning temple
alone. That I don't want the spotlight all I wish is to
meet my lover
Endorphin again. He brings me
red love, red roses, red moons,
blood oranges, red stars and
red cappuccinos. He calms me
like Siren songs; still he's a danger. He is a love that makes
me see a colour.
It's red.
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Sunset
RandomI dive into the sun, searching for peachy summers. ~~~ A collection of distorted short stories.
