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Pry
I ripped myself open
Exposed my tattered insides
Let the world realize
my impulse
is anything but pure
My racing pulse
My audacity falls to the floor
My cracking backbone
The pillar of my soul
begins to break and fold
I reach in and throw my heart to your feet
If you were to stare past my blue lips
You could see my passion
Weak and hungry
Butterflies burst from my stomach
Fluttering away
I would use my last breath
to ask you to do the same
Such a demented
Yet definitive declaration of desire... I love it!
And yes, alliterate, I did.
Brilliant work. I'd give it three thumbs up if I had a spare ;)
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Thank you so much for the
Thank you so much for the read and sweet words, I'm humbled :)
Let your teeth show
If my lips turn blue, I give
If my lips turn blue, I give up...
....But I liked the write'
"Deepinyourdreams"
passion..
Passion is so strong, so how can it somehow make us feel so weak and hungry? I dont know, but it does. You said it here first ;) Excellent!! x
please read my poems, and enjoy the real-life drama that is my life!
Because passion
Takes it's strength from us, leaving us breathless, famished, and left wanting in its wake.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Beautifully said and real.
Beautifully said and real. Thank you :)
Let your teeth show