My tears taste of memories,
slipping from my eyes,
replaying on my cheeks,
leaving a trail of our past on my lips,
tasting of the bitter-sweet moments of us,
and finally,
silently,
crashing to the floor just like we did.
Tears
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That Ride
I fell asleep,
in your lap,
my head on your leg,
It wasn't one those deep sleeps,
It was the kind when you still hear and feel everything but you are indeed,
asleep.
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