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#WritcoPoemPrompt105
When should we only take action when it's consequences are immediate. Express your thoughts with a poem.
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With your lips against mine,
I'm home.
You were that flicker of light in my cold chambers, washing me with a warm, my sheets couldn't ever exude. You kissed my scars, and held me ever so gently, as if I was someone worth wanting, someone worth caring for. I craved a home out of you, grew gardens around your rough edges, when I was aware, of how any shooting star, wouldn't ever make you stay.
You were healing my cuts, just to leave me bruised, each scar folding a tapestry of memories, I wouldn't ever dare fondly glimpse at. Those silly nights of drunken laughter, hours spent at the arcade, playful banters and mornings with our legs tangled— are things I have locked away in a far...
When should we only take action when it's consequences are immediate. Express your thoughts with a poem.
© All Rights Reserved
ㅤㅤ
With your lips against mine,
I'm home.
You were that flicker of light in my cold chambers, washing me with a warm, my sheets couldn't ever exude. You kissed my scars, and held me ever so gently, as if I was someone worth wanting, someone worth caring for. I craved a home out of you, grew gardens around your rough edges, when I was aware, of how any shooting star, wouldn't ever make you stay.
You were healing my cuts, just to leave me bruised, each scar folding a tapestry of memories, I wouldn't ever dare fondly glimpse at. Those silly nights of drunken laughter, hours spent at the arcade, playful banters and mornings with our legs tangled— are things I have locked away in a far...
