Twinkle twinkle ,broken star,
sometimes we forget who we truly are.
You are leather and grease,
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,
The deepest cut is losing what you love.
-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.”