Undergarments scattered on the floor.
Sweat particles accumulated on the pillow
The scent of love that was being made
Ahh, I can smell you now.
The distinct smell of the one who
Paved the street with gold,
Or that's what someone said.
However.
Wait.
On the contrary,
There is no remedy for this moment,
It won't leave my head.
Every time I close my eyes,
I'm scared you'd leave me
Since there is no you tonight.
Will I see you in my dreams?
I don't want to wake up anymore.
Like a fucking dream I'm living in,
My body is weak, fragile to this:
Soon,
My body shakes
Pour the venom in my veins.
I feel good because someone is reading my blog,
My life.
It's alarming.
Charming.
But, I don't think you want to see the things I have.
I could be lying.
Ha.
Still,
Regardless of the summer time Meloncholic scene,
I'll put my red dress,
I'm ready,
And soon, i will become
A fire.
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