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night kissing wine under the covers.arms of stars wrapping around you .
pale face windy days dead blue jelly fish bodies layed across rough ocean sand..
love dies.
nights where wants and needs out do the bad.
meetings of lust and passion.
asked days later why i flip the switch , turn you off..showing my ugly side wich trust god breaks my heart.....when days before love i professed.
because only the day of nights needs after , i called out to you ,not for a lover, not for my wife. for a friend...a voice.
not there were you asking myself i did what wrong. asking i didnt do enough.
you call out to me throwing block of unstirred soil. hearts roots choke in your untouched unmoved soil. no pity or sympathy to follow. wanting a friend to talk . not a defying message of hearts lashings. didnt see how far her heart knife went.. even looking her head turned somewhere else.i never asked for what you said we had not.cold contempt worthless scorn .
wanting not to play the rules couldve been a nice rollick romp.
wanting to be a casual lover ended well as my casualty self. mistaken frolic in distorted carniverous gardens.burned by sharp tongues. i walk away
death to my dream i beg.
easier to rip my flesh then rid your presense in mind.
pale face windy days dead blue jelly fish bodies layed across rough ocean sand..
love dies.
nights where wants and needs out do the bad.
meetings of lust and passion.
asked days later why i flip the switch , turn you off..showing my ugly side wich trust god breaks my heart.....when days before love i professed.
because only the day of nights needs after , i called out to you ,not for a lover, not for my wife. for a friend...a voice.
not there were you asking myself i did what wrong. asking i didnt do enough.
you call out to me throwing block of unstirred soil. hearts roots choke in your untouched unmoved soil. no pity or sympathy to follow. wanting a friend to talk . not a defying message of hearts lashings. didnt see how far her heart knife went.. even looking her head turned somewhere else.i never asked for what you said we had not.cold contempt worthless scorn .
wanting not to play the rules couldve been a nice rollick romp.
wanting to be a casual lover ended well as my casualty self. mistaken frolic in distorted carniverous gardens.burned by sharp tongues. i walk away
death to my dream i beg.
easier to rip my flesh then rid your presense in mind.