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I should have treasured her imagination

Posted to Poetry

I kissed you,
and you were no more
evaporated before my lips,
leaving spots of frost
on reddish pink

I should have kept
watching from the window
murder the approach
and sneak up to you
without moving.

Both of us,
entangled in love
more to fulfill
than ever to be promised
deep in century,
with the speed of light
glowing through our eyes

Magnificent spasm,
you would repeat yourself
while other attempts
are noticed, nothing more
a dank mimic of ours

wat hurts me the most
is using would in my songs
of passion and brain-gaze,
this word rotten as a nazi-heart.

it has left
a common man
with the least he has,
his common pleasure