Vanilla Skies Poem by Peter Strugnell

Vanilla Skies

Still applauding this love we made,
the afterglow still in our eyes,
the twilight pushes the night to fade,
to be replaced by the vanilla skies.

The killer easing pride and tenderness,
in busted colours of red and gold,
shall I fake this warm and sweet caress?
a tainted love estranged and cold.

Vanilla Skies
Wednesday, October 11, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Inspired by the double meaning of 'Vanilla Sky'
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