This is a free flow piece which was strictly inspired by poetry in a chat room
It's
awkward...we meet every week..
At the same place..planned by the
event...
and the silent ellipses accumulates..nestles in the warmth
of our rib
A
prison... I'd give my life ransom, even for my worst enemy
A wish... I hope I didn't
have to make...but its how much I'm prepared to give when I see
you
I
spoke... but my tongue waved the passion of my words back
And it's hard to swallow them... again...the fight feels like a dull
dagger through my gleaming soul.
The
dullness hurts and tears...and leaves an oozing gash...
And if I had to
choose; it would be the lesser of two evils
If death... let it be quickly,
painlessly
i i wished... we sat close...just
once
maybe serendipity will show up in a mini red dress...
I hope...she does... when we meet.
1 comment:
I honestly think that this piece needs an extension ! It was like a taste of wine - left to mature in the hands of rich honesty and passion ! I thoroughly enjoyed it but I'm sad for you left me with an unquenchable wanting for more....
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