The last sunset.
The world wrapped their 9-5
in a fancy gift wrap of “I’m too tired”
as the sun slowly started falling
for someone who didn’t love him back.
Why should he be any different than us?
As the sunset,
everything turned black Continue reading The last sunset.
This is probably the shortest poem I’ve written so far, but I really liked the concept and wanted to do it. I hope you enjoy this and share it!
Here is a list of things she smelled of:
and a list of things she looked like:
A crisp white shirt.
A list of things she reminded me of:
Empty vodka bottles.
Terraces and stars.
The color of sunlight after it hits a bottle of whiskey.
A list of things she was:
A smile despite a tiring day.
A favorite song on repeat.
Human and alive.
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