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Your Bedroom
i remember your bedroom at your moms house,
Thin walls and black blankets.
A energy drink and my perfume resting on your side desk,
The journal you’d draw in,
And you’d draw me.
Your guitar sitting in the corner,
Red and glossy but always growing dust,
You played music on it and I was surprised at your talent.
A hot summer and fireworks at night,
We’d stay up late, till 5am laughing our lungs breathless.
The moments I swore I’d feel forever never lasted long,
But the sun only reminds me of the moon’s we shared.
Things went south like where you are,
And my mind spiraled into your lies.
Your smile I stared into for hours,
So pure and sweet,
Became a smile that was only fake.
These nights I spend alone now,
I cherish.
Without you I am free.
Copyright ©
Elissa Bel
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