Your Sundress
When I woke today, all that could be seen was blackness.
The sun did not rise; it killed all my process.
Is it the worst damn day? I solemnly profess
Pull that blanket back over the stark, empty nothingness.
What's another day lost, laying here motionless?
You're still lying here next to me; the floor, still wearing your sundress.
Is this the best damn day? Of my life, head to feet, with emptiness.
Tangled in the void of these blankets and sheets, the two reignite passion, sharing our explosiveness.
Let's find that no other space suits us best; let's turn this overcast into our sunshine and happiness.
Copyright © Anonomus Scorpio | Year Posted 2023
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