• marmalade_skies 10w

    Let us continue our forgotten conversation and open up to the half written page of our poetry. Let me take a chance to pour you another cup of tea, hand you that half burnt cigarette. Let me run my fingers through your hair while putting you off to sleep. Let me write a dozen more poems about your crooked smile, your hardest laughter, your half broken grin, your bones and your skin. Let the sky drizzle some rain for me to touch you again, share with me your worst stories, help me mend your scars with wilted wild flowers. Let me carry you with me, in my words and love letters, and keep you all to myself. Let me, perhaps for the last time, let me, pour you another cup of tea...
    Ā©marmalade_skies