Washed up on shore
leaving behind the melting prints
of those hearts who yearned
it more.
Washed up on shore
disappear within the oozing
sores
found by those
who longed before.
Washed up on shore
drenched in lovers
kisses
fighting for life
with angry hisses.
Washed up and
thrown away,
and I pray
you'll be back again.
Some
day.
Tuesday, 31 January 2012
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
Rope
Once again
I hang from
your endless
rope,
dipping further into
your bucket
of lust,
drowning
drowning
drowning.
Once again my feet
are knotted,
hobbled and twisted
above your pink
head.
And hung I am,
from your endless
rope,
drowning
drowning
drowning.
I hang from
your endless
rope,
dipping further into
your bucket
of lust,
drowning
drowning
drowning.
Once again my feet
are knotted,
hobbled and twisted
above your pink
head.
And hung I am,
from your endless
rope,
drowning
drowning
drowning.
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
Monday, 2 January 2012
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