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Tag: Empty
Empty…
How empty Can an aching Soul be? Trapped in A golden cage Oh, so shiny. Silence pours From your Widened pupils, Quiet scream As your essence Slowly spills… You peal The layers off Your onion heart, Not knowing if You wish for The end or a fresh new start… Can I hold your hand? I…… Continue reading Empty…
Dare you? – Explicit
Black nails, Red lips, Tight waist, Curved hips, Pretty face, Long legged, Curled hair, Inviting breasts… Uninteresting, Tedious, Dull, Monotonous, Boring, Monochrome, Dreary, Wearisome… Dare to say you care, While you fuck her up the rear.
Dry…
Dry, empty and flawed… feeling always like a fraud. Too much love to give, too few hands held out, to receive it, Too many dreams sketched on beaches of sandy doubts. *** Dry, empty and flawed… Feeling always like a fraud. Wanting words to be immortal, yet feeling as they fade, terribly ethereal… Terribly…… Continue reading Dry…
Hollow…
Hollow, just not empty. She was broken. She had been for so long… She had no one to blame but herself, no sad story of a damaged childhood, no over dramatic twist along her path. Nothing to point her finger at, that people would feel sorry about. She had no visible scar, no open…… Continue reading Hollow…
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