It quivers inside,
fingers reaching,
groping, I, can't hide,
oh no
reaching out to that feeling again
Slipping feeling, addiction again,
wrenching insides
Raped from inside...
Lies once again, you can-not-hide
Shadows, like
comfort
from an old friend,
find me
Wrenched open again
fingers reaching,
groping, I, can't hide,
oh no
reaching out to that feeling again
Slipping feeling, addiction again,
wrenching insides
Raped from inside...
Lies once again, you can-not-hide
Shadows, like
comfort
from an old friend,
find me
Wrenched open again
3 Comments:
No need to hide
when apon the mountain
built atop the sorrows long gone
bodys of those old loves lost...
Even lies can be mistimed truths
wounds that heal become callosed
And do not easily bleed twice...
....for you.....
Respectfully from Parzifal.
awesome!!!
Thanks....a comforting poem, at least you are not ignoring this thing even if I have been!!!
How'd you find out about my lil blog anyhow?
Mutual apreciation....of Tom Waites,
and
Night shifts drooling in front of work computer data entry 50 hours a week.
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