this tear marks you as mine
moist. salty.
the piece of you i desire most
beaded. streaming.
the opening up of you
for me
tell me the things i love to hear
hate. love.
the emotion i rip from you
earnest. eager.
the things i use to strip you down
for me
you know i don't care as i slip away with you
down. below.
beyond these limits you've set
ignored. mimicked.
just another sacrifice
for me
without that look in your eyes
vacant. staring.
you know i can't survive without you
lonely. crumbling.
into the abyss of you
for me...
cherie.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
bonne fille
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4 comments:
Very pretty.
It's good to see you writing once more. Talent such as yours, as well as your ability to draw the reader into your poems, is a gift that so few possess. I'v envied your talent for some time.
Still looking for those published works, btw. :P
Je t'aime Cheri... Je suis si heureuse d'etre ta bonne fille...Tu me fais sourire... Je ne peux meme pas imajiner ma vie sans toi.
ni je pouvoir mon amour
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