i feel most like myself with my lipstick smudged
headphones on
wind in my hair like a prayer half said
the sky’s bleeding peaches and cigarette smoke
and i swear
god has been ghosting me again
i light one up with trembling hands
flick the ash like it means something
like im someone
the musics soft
but it drowns out the memory of her laugh
almost
theres no one watching
but i still pose
like the world is a movie
and im the girl who never makes it out of the last scene
smoke drips from my lips like secrets
i will never say out loud
i dont know who im supposed to be
but at golden hour
i almost remember
and i keep dancing with ghosts in the glow of the streetlights
kissing memories i shouldve let go
i wear heartbreak like a starlet
but no one ever shows to the show
sunsets the only thing that stays
so i let it paint me red and gold
by LESBIHONEST
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You choose your guests wisely.
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Thank you, Dolly. Thankfully, there are so many wonderful writers out there to choose from!
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My pleasure, Tony.
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Today’s sunset lasts only a few minutes, but is ever shifting, connected in memory to previous and maybe future sunsets.
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And hopefully there will be many many more future sunsets!
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