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My Words and I
First, we hold hands with darkness
We moan like lovers underneath her
Predators of light
I'll let my own come through,
I do not need you
We come like hard days
the tip of a knife
We know where to cut to make it quick
I know how to fuck,
make them die happy
We can be alone.
We can stare at trees.
We can cum thinking of someone else
I can make you believe anything
The tips of trees are saviours for us
but we get greedy
and they're all the same
But I have run out of words to
explain to you the difference.
Love this one!! So much is
Love this one!! So much is said between the lines.
*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james
Thank you for reading :) and
Thank you for reading :) and commenting!
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
;-)
"But I have run out of words to
explain to you the difference. "
:) thank you for the
:) thank you for the nomination Beavis! That poem is really personal for me too so It really meant a lot that you picked that one. :)
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
This was nice to read :)
Nice to read "LUTBL" (Y)
©bishu
It Was
chiaroscuro - light shades against dark, there was moonlight and gray moods and triumph - nice penning - A