Wednesday, May 10, 2017

ooze and pain

i weep solely upon a frown,
and strain my face at silent days,
trying to think if i should drown,
or take my leave and leave no trace.
forever immersed in this pool of affection,
i am incapable of performing an act of dissolving.
standing barefoot as night, staring at my reflection,
i am slowly realizing how rapidly i am evolving.
for unburdened touches of bliss
amount to much more than just a sweet kiss,
she throws her body in from of barriers
which prevent them from advancing further
into realms in which his carriers
break the spell, causing blood to ooze and hurt her.

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