His excuses were too visibly true,
But utterly inadequate.
Illuminated the eyes by which all have awaited him.
For the hundredth time,
His senses could not believe she would take the fatal forward step.
Betrayed once more by those indecipherable world and ripples.
He would at last take possession of warm, breathing flesh, feel the pressure of those perfect lips upon his own, dying of thirst in all other women.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
