Smudges of cardiac proportions,
leaving things left unsaid.
You give me such a bad taste in my mouth
[my soul, my emotional state]
Nevertheless, I still desire your warmth.
In expectation of how you speak to me
and impressing Kodak [oh so photogenic].
Engage in making memories,
permanent ink placing your name
on my neck.
As much as my heart yearns
for your sweet serenity,
reality isn't in favor
of my hopes and dreams.
Waking up to the truth
that you aren't real.






♥





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