NeiRa poetry : he was heat at the peak of summer!

I didn't love him.
I barely liked him.
But he was heat at the peak of summer,
and he kissed like I was his last meal-
And I was looking for a body to drown in.
Back then, I had a candy-coated heart,
like flowers tucked in the pages of a hymnal,
and he had the thick, calloused hands
of a working man.
He talked like a friend,
but touched like an animal
and my bubblegum chest wanted that
in ways it couldn't understand yet.
He asked what colors I kissed in
and the poet in me cracked open and spilled over-
Exposed like an open wound,
like all the soft, pink parts of me
I didn't know about.
He was a means to an end:
my Machiavellian loss of innocence.
I don't regret him,
but sometimes I wish I did. " Ashe Vernon



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Reading a poem after a long time, so getting used to the imagery illustrated in the poem and NR's involvement. In the past. 😊

very beautiful poem sukhi.when you read it,it instantly reminds us of Neira.

Originally posted by: poetic

Reading a poem after a long time, so getting used to the imagery illustrated in the poem and NR's involvement. In the past. 😊

Thanks for posting. Gives something really deep and intrinsic to think about😃😃

Thanks Pavan :)

Originally posted by: metoyou

Oh wow! Such poetic friends you have 😉😆