My sacrifice was to let our love burn
Memories of you,
Pictures of us
Burn
Burn
In the back of my heart
Your face still fades asleep
You used to swear it was destiny
Destiny failed us
We always failed at things together
Marvelous yet haunting
We wanted so bad to be stars aligned
Yet there wasn’t enough pull in our space
I miss the comfort of uncertainty
I miss the spontaneity of our cursed love
I miss the tight grips on my neck
I miss the strength in our kiss
Each time,
An infinite kiss
About the Creator
ADRIAN PIEDRA MARTINEZ
Poetry that tingles your fingertips and sizzle's your veins through heavenly pain.
SHE/THEY - CUBAN - 24
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