Enough of sadness, I said.
Unborn dreams and well kept memories
Hide in an unwanted past
But I am leaving with you
To drown in forgetfulness
Under the slow sun of a lazy morning
We welcome a strange melancholy —
Golden and blue…
It almost feels like happiness
Is it too soon
To suggest a venom exchange
From your mouth to mine and vice versa?
I should create a new category: Poems written at 3 in the morning.
This is becoming a pattern.