Open Poetry #26 |
Depression 3 |
Sunkissed Senior Member
since 2002-12-03
Posts 610 |
You've come again sliding cruel hands over collar bone lashing tongue over skin looking forward to another possession You want me again for a minute, day, week- however long it pleases you to torment me not without a fight this time, not without the struggle Still, you win slipping in fortified with sin hauling my esteem to the top of thousand foot drop your fun begins with this rollercoaster ride- death waiting at the end Two days grieving your whispers decieving promising eternal sleep a lie that I keep believing I live, for now with knowledge as you go, satiated appetite in tow you will return, you always return... Sunkissed. [This message has been edited by Sunkissed (04-30-2003 05:30 PM).] |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
it does come too often. Very well done! |
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Sunkissed Senior Member
since 2002-12-03
Posts 610 |
Thanks Brad. Sunkissed. |
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