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.


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