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<< 𝘦 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘪 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦,𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘷𝘦𝘥𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦; 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘪 ; 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 ,𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢, 𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭'𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳à...𝘮𝘢𝘪 𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘪! >> #selfie #instagram #bulgaria #poetry #idk #photo
|𝐄𝐮 𝑁ã𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑐ê 𝑣ê, 𝑆𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑠 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑚 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑡ã𝑜 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑎 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑒?𝑀𝑒 𝑜𝑢ç𝑎,𝑚𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑗𝑎. 𝐸𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑒 𝑎𝑙é𝑚 𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎. •𝐎 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐞𝐦 𝐯𝐨𝐜ê?• - - - - - - - - - #picsart #ediçãodefotos #lightroom #feedmarrom #feedorganizadotumblr #poetry #poema #cachos3b #conceitual #like4likes #followme
It's 3 a.m. The cologne you wear, is still lodged in between the creases of these sheets. I'm drowning tonight in the depths of your scent that stained my moans, crimson like the roses in my garden. . It's 3 a.m. The voice in my head is not letting me sleep, again. Scraps and a mouthful of memories, I choke. A handful of whimpers and groans, I shiver. . It's 3 a.m. I wonder, how strawberry tastes on your lips now. Last time we devoured each other's lips, we were impatient. I wonder, how you act so patient now. A few hours apart, we are or are we? . It's 3 a.m. Trapped in the sheets what do I choose to lose my sleep to? towering peaks of creases, grasping despair or their cavernous valleys, smeared with lust. What do I choose to lose my sleep to? . It's 3 a.m. (Your fingers, marching over my glacial body, rekindling the fire buried deep down under my flesh. Your fingertips, soaked in the red of cinders, melting my January skin.) only if you could hear me screaming your name. The sheets, the heat it's all melting me. I'm eventually dissolving in you. . It's 3 a.m. Are we only a few hours apart? I like to believe we are. I grow hopes in my eyes and when there is no space left I remove some. Sadly, hope cannot be contained in the eyes. . It's 3 a.m. Pull me in your vicious arms and play me like a harp, until it becomes hard to perceive what's bleeding more, your fingers or my strings? or what aches more? . It's 3 a.m. Drowning in the depths of your scent, I'm only a few sins away from you. Sometimes what you call sin can be someone's only chance of salvation. . It's 3 a.m. I'm drowning tonight in the depths of your scent and the voice in my head is not letting me sleep, again. What do I choose to lose my sleep to? ©Sakshi.Yadav . #writerssociety #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poet #poetry #poesia #typography #poemsofinstagram #poetryofig #writer #writersofinstagram #writersnetwork #spilledink #spilledwords #bymepoetry #poetic #poems #tribeofpoets #communityofpoets #igpoetry #igwritersclub #igwriters #poetrycorner #poetrygram #writersofig #words #poetrylovers #poem #igpoets #write