I keep thinking about you,
But probably not the way you might hope.
I lay still in my cold desolate bed,
Wondering how a body, like yours, roams without soul.
I keep thinking about you,
And endless thoughts beat my own mind,
Hitting and and battering bruises
That do not seem to heal.
I keep thinking about you,
Though it kills me repeatedly each time;
Scorned mind, wrecked heart, and ravaged hope.
I keep thinking of you,
And each thought, pours me into the abyss.
I keep thinking of you, even against my own will.
Repudiator of your own flesh and blood,
Do not act like your actions are not putrefaction.
So, yes, I keep thinking of you,
As does a dying animal thinks of its predatory end.
honesty always appreciated
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Wow that super sad and dark
Your tale is chilling and sad. How souls linger with ones mind and never leave our souls.These are my favorite stances;
"I keep thinking of you, even against my own will.
Repudiator of your own flesh and blood,
Do not act like your actions are not putrefaction.
So, yes, I keep thinking of you,
As does a dying animal thinks of its predatory end."
love your ap mom lisa
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Sadly, some souls have such unwanted thoughts flood through their minds, and old wounds seemingly reappear unwillingly.. You express this well in your piece. You deff drive your point home with the refrain. I keep thinking of you. Excellent, and thanks for sharing sweet soul.
Your pup!
(licks)
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Very well done, thank you for this fine entry.
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ugh... you're writing about me and court
This was a wonderfully penned poem sissy...
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noo...don't say that. I want to kick his arse when you say that!
Thanks sissy. love you!
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