We were in a good place,And my heart remembers the joy,
But now it beats barely and slow,
It was whole but now it’s pieces,
And they are painted black.
We are in our bedroom,
But my nose detects a third,
I smell their sweat,
They’ve marked your neck,
And painted this room blue.
Inspired by Rodney and Reichen of the A-List
By Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com
I think anyone who has ever been in love can identify with this poem. It happens to all of us as nothing lasts forever.
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