| Open Poetry #26 |
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My apology |
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Kaoru![]() ![]()
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow
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When I hang out with him, I feel like I'm a whore. I didn't do anything with him, I just sat in his car. I didn't say much, I wanted to get out and come inside..go to bed. But I know that when we're..like this.. I can't embrace you, nor you I.. I can't be cradled by your arms as I sleep. I just don't get why I didn't get out of his car...it's like I really wanted to go but, I stayed to appease him. Like I had to sacrifice my comfort, he just made me sick. I still wished that..my head was on just right and I could understand why.. I mock myself from heart to mind, and why I bury myself in a never ending hunger for you. Eventually, I'll crawl in to bed, and say that I feel like I'm home, but I'm not here at all. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
This is quite a display of emotional turmoil...interesting images...Languaged very differently. |
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