you reach for me in moonlight
whispering your sweet maudlin tells
whilst spinning lonely tales of youth
my heart rising as dusk passes
yet soon will come the bitter dawn
and my defeated heart will drown
in a desolate sea of cold neglect
my flesh crushed as the sun-rises
you wash over me a wave of contempt
as you cleanse your sins with my tears
for the heat of high tide approaches
and my soul aches enough
for both of us
come sun-set
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Really nice Neenz.
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you have talent, but your style seems a bit archaic. I don't know if thats good or bad, just not my thing ; ) Keep writing ; ) -
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yeah, i do my own thing
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