Grand Parents Day

Grand Parents Day

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Grandparents Day Quotes and Poems Tumblr

“Last night time,

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Grandparents Day Quotes and Poems Tumblr

I swear I felt your lips on mine

And your frame fashioned against me.

Like a ghost, you were;

You stayed for all of 32 seconds

I counted this time.

Last night time,

I spent it seeking to bury us,

But the grave wasn’t deep sufficient.

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It wasn’t pretty sufficient-

No flowers, no gravestone.

I instructed myself which you would’ve loved a single rose, atleast;

And I felt my coronary heart damage

Piece by means of piece,

32 places in 32 seconds

I counted this time.”

”I used to count on I became diffused sunglasses of blue-

Simple hues,

Unprepared for complexity.

But oh god,

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I turn red when you take a look at me

And I catch your eyes lingering longer than you’d like to admit.

As in case you’re a wanderlust visitor coming across borderlines

I turn red

When your finger pointers

start to imitate this ocean of sheets;

curling round me and pulling me below

I turn crimson

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Grandparents Day Quotes and Poems Tumblr

When your lips path embers onto my skin

And mild me up like I’m the burning give up

Of all your cigarettes

But do you inhale me the same manner?

Darling, do I live on your lungs longer than some seconds

Or do you much like seeing the colour purple?”

Her call is October.

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She’s lovely.

Sun-dipped hair with the eyes to healthy.

Radiant and

heat.

So warm that the bushes can nearly breathe again and come back to life;

That I can almost breathe once more

with out it burning my lungs.

Her call is

Her name is-

Her cheeks would flip the slightest shade of purple once I leaned in to kiss them.

And I used to comic story approximately the way it’s only due to the bloodless climate,

Until she stopped guffawing at that.

Now her mouth is a instantly line.

Like a dual carriageway I would’ve wanted to comply with.

If only it curved up at the rims, as though it have been one among her favourite returned roads.

Her head turns to look at some thing besides me

And she pulls the leaves down together with her as she walks away

Making her “goodbye” a declaration of nature

Maybe if I scream for her

Maybe if I plead for her

Maybe if I attain for her

Maybe…

Her name turned into October.

That’s all I can recollect

As my raised hand drops to my facet.

Is there ever any factor

Of grasping at disappearing air,

that used to be your oxygen?

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