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Twinkle twinkle ,broken star,

sometimes we forget who we truly are.

You are leather and grease,

motorcycle memories,

the slow motion of falling in love.

I am unsaid words,


the chaotic spin of losing what you love.


Somedays I still smell your breath,

The smell of coffee and peppermint,

the smell of desire.

Sometimes I still hear your laugh,

but it can’t drown out the cries,

the cries of lonliness.


Twinkle. Twinkle no more.

for I have burnt out, my little heart.

And you were a dozen, burnt roses.

Forbidden love affair.

The dizzying motion of falling.

I am smeared lipstick,

mascara streaks.

The deepest cut is losing what you love.


Prompt: Twinkle

-Let me know your thoughts in the comments below.

-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”





I am the author of and am currently working on a book of poems. To find out more check out my about me page as well as my page about my blog and welcome to the ink angels community.

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