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sangbmt
Joined: 26 Jan 2011
Posts: 266
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 A Morning Tragedy. |
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She smells like passion,
Her eyes blazed unnaturally,
Her hands trap mine.
Let the dance begin.
Selfish animals,
Ripping, clawing, shredding.
Lips in synchronization,
Arms bound to each other.
The stars are the only light,
but the blinds are drawn.
Falling into an ocean of sheets,
a sea of lust.
I am hers.
Morning light shines through the curtains.
Warm smooth skin,
Dark brown eyes closed,
Hair in a tangled mess.
She opens her eyes,
Good morning.
A morning tragedy,
She is beautiful.
Two lovers, hiding from the world,
In the shelter of one room.
With memories dripping on every corner of the wall.
Leaving behind all we were taught.
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| Thu Jan 27, 2011 2:52 pm |
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