Sweet Hermione




4th poem

When I read the lyrics, one sentence just popped out: Falling from your mouth. I didn't even read the rest of the text, I knew this was it. So I pasted the those words in a word doc, and immediately, the first stanza was born. The second stanza was harder and the third was easy again. It's different from my usual stuff and I think I can say one of the best I've ever written. I hope you'll like it =D 

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Losing my religion 
Falling from your mouth 
those syllables from grace. 
High heels and make-up, 
flashing lights in the dark. 

Touch of our lips evolves into 
counting of freckles on our skin. 
Loss of gravity in the night, 
sorrow seems forgotten. 

The end coming near 
but still floating up in the sky. 
Fireworks and bodies, 
tomorrow shall be gone.


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