Nothing is everlasting.
Moments remain photogenic.
The sky forever that endless blue.
Cigarettes taste like candy here...
Cloudy thoughts inhale as a collection.
Vodka like kisses for the morning.
A perfect start on the day.
Wish dessert taste this delicious....
Bitter like cough syrup...
But good enough for me.
-Mello
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Melancholy Sunday
PoetryBeneath our identities we all want a place to call home. For even the most complex of us. Is still human. - Mello
