The Lovers

I must have been around 15 when I wrote this and had never experienced what I wrote about here, so I’d love to ask my 15 year old self where I got these ideas from!

Silence…..
Clock ticks…..
Wild wind……

Whisper from him
As he turns away
Gazing into dreams

Pink Walls…..
Bedclothes……
Empty…….

Smile from him
As he moves his eyes
Inside his ochre curtains

Hurt…..
Agony……
Tears…..

Nothing from him
As he sees her eyes
Are drowning within nothing

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