Verses
(April 2013)
Let me verse myself in this new sense of self.
You and I build bridges and walls,
we are desperate in our struggle,
we are lost in our love.
I look to the horizon and I find myself imprisoned.
It is beyond my reach and yet I am searching.. hungry..
You are home and I am content here,
to melt into your arms and feel my heart beat slow,
I am happy.
This prison is my own, a design I forged since birth,
its walls made of blood,
its bars made of tears.
The darkness is buried.
And it is mine.
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PMS and Memory Loss
PoetryI have PMS and memory loss You are a raving lunatic I think we are as perfect as we can be Hand holding tidal wave of lies Goodbye ..>B.<..
