There I stood, an unmoving being
A mere shard of memory
The evidence of a wagered heart
Drowned in in babble, constant murmurs
But perhaps, I remember
Before congealed became my heart
When love was an undulating paradise
And we were the cast of erotica
I recall the tenderness; the fondle
Upon this savage path I stand
In pathetic reminisce, the brain faints
Upon the thoughts mirth ensued
But here I still am, broken
Dancing to the beats of my heart; despair
I have made frequent domiciles
In this bottlo where I lie. I become
The piss artist painting tomorrow's picture.
Nice one dear
ReplyDeletebeautiful, love the use of words. Brilliant in all aspect, you have really improved kudos
ReplyDeleteSome nifty stuff.. Keep it up!
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