When you are everything
You carry away the surface
Illusions of memories
That haunted you
Since day one
Sweet silence does not occur
Musty smells of garments unwashed
Line the lines
Her will bleeds
Never holding me
Getting under my skin
She leaves a print
A mark of nonsense
She leaves me be
To die
Perhaps
Unknown
Defying
Unjust
Unloved
Hold me
Don't
Can you
Maybe
Who are you?
Unwanted
You laugh
And leave
Cold to the core
My breath is still
This print remains
Untouched
In melted ink
No runs
Only streams my mind
She delivers tonight
To my heart
Pleasure fused with pain
Silent
I will always remember
That night
When all that was left
Was a memory
A mark
A print
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i hope this is not about an ex, or me. i hope it is not about a real person but an idea, or something close. but i also hope the print can wash off.lol
LOVE YOU,
clari
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hmm...This is an interesting write, Doc.
Very nicely done, very abstract, with so much feel and depth and imagery and the "OMG" factor. very well done.
~Twitch
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