...I like using lowercases for poems. ;D. Oh, and this is disclaimed, too~
Cold Angels
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your eyes – oh
how they used to captivate me
(clichéd isn't it, always?)
in their blue sheen
and how we used to go
off by ourselves
ditching our best friends
(ironic isn't it that they're still together)
hey hey there
don't you miss me?
this isn't me being serious
maybe, yes, i've always thought so
you know
that night when you spent the night
at his house
did you taste me on his skin?
(i hope you did)
and saw the angels descending
(what trivial matters to condescend to)
and i still hear your laughter
laughing at the times
(at me)
at yourself, if i hadn't known better
there's nothing like the
feel of my bedroom with you
gone from my sheets
soaking up with last night's
bitter memories
and happy frivolities
with noiseless sounds still
they come and pick me apart
to find what's left
in a room not half full
but half empty of
only your face, and cold angels