by
msfullphat
@ 2007-06-13 - 00:11:12
Candle light barely conceals the scars as he wades in all guns blazing. Her metamorphosis complete, he lies down beside the stream and laps at her waters edge. Grimacing he turns away as the bitter recompense of long long days turn juice to dust against a setting sun so red, It'll turn your head.
Face away and being brave , the nausea fills her nostrils with its lumpen cold and sour. It is the turning of the hour and her fleet feet are beating a hasty retreat.
Stop and think
easy
for you to say!
i am longing for a lover, which tucks my lyric into a common miasma of rhetoric and not being really grief , my eyes water.
missing the children.
humming a silent melody, a tune without words
she
continues to fill up her own barren soul
with
forgot to say
nothing else can matter.
bye bye my lover.
tommorrow as the dawn shatters sleep
i'll creeep
find enough sense to make sensibility weep
too deep?
too deep.
I am a bitter tasting gourd, empty me, beat me, my music is sweet.
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