(no subject)
wrote at 1 am after haloween
Sitting in darkness;
Wondering, waiting, worrying, waneing
as time passes.
Is help comming?
Will I make it?
Can my body possibly take it?
If I stumble I will break
and lie there on the ground.
A poem about Tess of the D'Urbervilles
Thrusting inward.
A pulsing heat excites my senses
as his life's blood poured
Ending a love abhorred
leading her with my jagged pretenses
Onward to love's reward
with relationships restored
He came to her with false pretenses
For that he has been floor'd
His lies she deplored
I sung in deep for his offenses
and slew the noble lord
I am the lady's sword
Sitting in darkness;
Wondering, waiting, worrying, waneing
as time passes.
Is help comming?
Will I make it?
Can my body possibly take it?
If I stumble I will break
and lie there on the ground.
A poem about Tess of the D'Urbervilles
Thrusting inward.
A pulsing heat excites my senses
as his life's blood poured
Ending a love abhorred
leading her with my jagged pretenses
Onward to love's reward
with relationships restored
He came to her with false pretenses
For that he has been floor'd
His lies she deplored
I sung in deep for his offenses
and slew the noble lord
I am the lady's sword