Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Chips of thoughts

Wednesday 12th April 2017 at 21:33

Death. It feels like death.
Like zinc in my mouth
Like lead through my veins,
Knowing exactly where to find you
But not knowing how to
Like memories weighing down
a corner of my conscience
Because that's all I'll allow you


An inch of my heart.


Thursday 6th April 2017 at 17:06

I've divvied up our assets,
Here, two for you, none for me.
Here's the flower you never gave
Here's a kiss that lingered too long.
In a box our memories...

I have none that match yours.


 

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