touches are light and flawless,
and vulnerable lips gasp.
keeping inside the word disease,
crawling to its escape.
with a scream it's released,
ugly and crying...
no reassurance does it find,
only the cynicism that had been born there.
confused and naked.
a kiss' intention is to comfort,
but exchanged is only desperation.
thoughts float between us,
scared of what to air.
tell me now,
am i just another?
the heart doesn't know,
disconnected.
were you right?
are we all just fucking alone?
2 comments:
youre very talented y'know. xx
I wish daniel, even if i had enough talent to actually use would be nice. Oh mediocrity you bastard.
On the upside, i can't wait for your package. That's not a metaphor ;)
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