Poetry · Writing

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i am a beautiful liar;

spinning tales of romance-

on a beach in spain

eyes pinned on a land mermaid

hands locked walking towards a crimson sunset

adventure across mountains-

freedom is our wings

& we glide across these plains

like we own this earth-

slaying demons

the ones walking on all fours

water breathing along bloody threads

and the one’s living in our minds-

all from the comfort of my couch~

Poetry · Writing

pm to am

we weren’t wasted time

the clock never moved

never left that couch

up in the mountains-

cheap leather

fresh air

crunchy hair

skyline footwear.

i remember when

tomatoes used to taste good

seems like so long ago

when you made my mouth juicy