Modern day love is past day sin.

Love is two bodies becoming one for a while.

My body became old news.

Your body was curves and skin.

Your face was features and freckles.

My heart was in it and not in it.

Your heart was not in it.

You didn't like flowers because they died.

I liked flowers because they live.

You always turned the radio down.

I hated the silence.

'Glitter is just shiny dust,' you said.

'Fake flowers don't smell as sweet,' I said.

'Let's just stay in again tonight,' you said.

'Let's go out and chase the moon,' I said.

Published by Kahlia Tipping