You found me from the start of the Saturday morning blur
I could not would not control urge
I told you early I fell submerged
You were like a treacle thick
I did not know you would feel so
Walks on the beach and balconies seemed ago
You are something I don’t understand it went.
What makes you sleep when you feel a bittersweet sting from a moment passed, gone felt unclean
I made a mess of what I had got escape to run from a love undone.
Time ticked, emotion wounds licked.
They call it clouds, the thoughts in your head so watch out for rain and get an umbrella instead. It is raining, and raining hard. With muffled mouths and distance warned and loved ones dying throughout this pandemic belated, for they new something before. Give yourself more love, it may feel sign in to read more »
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Edinburgh, United Kingdom
November 19, 2020
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