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CRAZY IN LOVE
I almost wrote the name in red ink,
It would look pretty dangerous,
But the message would be passed
Over the messenger who lay still;
Shock smeared across, cutting lines
On once beautiful features.
I would lay across,
Feeling between tips, well conditioned hair,
Breathing in last summer cologne,
Listening to rhythms beyond the thorax,
Exhausted and Smiling, remembering few minutes before.
I'd etch my being in their memories,
As theirs is forever bound in mine.
These stories we create;
Not always of sweet pleasure ,
Nevertheless, beautiful stories,
Will not be lost,
Till death do them part.
© prandyada
It would look pretty dangerous,
But the message would be passed
Over the messenger who lay still;
Shock smeared across, cutting lines
On once beautiful features.
I would lay across,
Feeling between tips, well conditioned hair,
Breathing in last summer cologne,
Listening to rhythms beyond the thorax,
Exhausted and Smiling, remembering few minutes before.
I'd etch my being in their memories,
As theirs is forever bound in mine.
These stories we create;
Not always of sweet pleasure ,
Nevertheless, beautiful stories,
Will not be lost,
Till death do them part.
© prandyada
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