short number “one-four-three”
means more than “u my breath”
means more than anything
it’s like i want to death
for eyes
for eyes as ocean swell
for lips i can’t to touch
it’s really hard to spell
dependent insomuch
each touch is like first time
and i don’t care for grammar
our talkings in nighttime
like dawn and birth of summer
like skies in July
like heaviest rain in April
that truth? i won’t to lie -
are u my rib, my angel?
i have a lot of phrases
that tormenting my head,
while i’m walking this forsaken rue
short number that i mention at the poems head –
143 –
in fact it means
“i miss you “
rsvt
16.07.
143
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