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Melested
i never brushed my hair
until i met her
i didn’t care
i never smothered lipstick
or powder
on my delicate face
until that stare
melicious...
did i stop it? no...
why would i replace pain
with emptiness?
just more pain
so she moved within
and held me until i
melded
into one entity
hers entirely
melting
the year was fast, but months dragged on like a heavy train on broken tracks
hidden from the world
together, never to be discovered
until a faulty track uncovered
one day too late
robbed from you
nothing but my nakedness
and your aftertaste
which will eventually fade
except the feeling
of being
melested
until i met her
i didn’t care
i never smothered lipstick
or powder
on my delicate face
until that stare
melicious...
did i stop it? no...
why would i replace pain
with emptiness?
just more pain
so she moved within
and held me until i
melded
into one entity
hers entirely
melting
the year was fast, but months dragged on like a heavy train on broken tracks
hidden from the world
together, never to be discovered
until a faulty track uncovered
one day too late
robbed from you
nothing but my nakedness
and your aftertaste
which will eventually fade
except the feeling
of being
melested
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