Thin lips
Pierre had thin lipsThat bestowed life long kisses
They would find me
In moments of emotional blandness,
In rush hour madness -
With a rearview mirror full of suppressed rage
And matured sadness
Pierre's kisses would find me and tell me
That my life was purposeless
And there is more than this
More than this moment of whatever school of hard knocks reality this is
They would land in soft places
So ready to receive
Convincing my reasoning and making me believe
The greener grass
Was able to releive, the
Corroded choices of perfection of
A life I'd once conceived
Curse you
Love you
Bloody, bloody Pierre.
Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2021-06-24 at 01:15




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