ex-obsession
Beautiful waterI wash my face with,
And a teaflower smell
I wear...
Drinking sunshine for breakfast,
Smiling for no reason.
Also...
The heartbeat of our favorite songs,
Those lovely phone conversations...
New, strong
Symbols of happiness,
That have become
So easy to recognize
On crowded, friendly streets
As well
As in the neatly folded souls.
Late evening sadness
Of my lips,
A little irritated skin,
Tired of clothes...
Even the cherries
I dreamed of last night –
All these,
And more...
Everything...
It used to be you,
But now its gone.
Poetry by Forest
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Written on 2007-03-17 at 18:57
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