The silver bracelets on your wrist
Glisten in the darkness of my hair
As you taste the future from my lips.
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Glisten in the darkness of my hair
As you taste the future from my lips.
You betray me sweetly and you watch me peel off
Layers of guilt and confusion.
I try to backspace what seems to be wrong
All identities and all vain hopes gone.
I
Or what is left of who I was
I
Or what is left of who I was
Before I met myself in you
Am naked and mirrored in your eyes only.
Reality tends to happen in slow motion following
The crippled principles of guessing:
All questions are eventually doomed
All questions are eventually doomed
As a meaningful waste of time.
You don't speak. You watch. But do you see?
©REBELLICCA, 2017
You don't speak. You watch. But do you see?
©REBELLICCA, 2017
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