HI GUYS.
IM SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG
IM GONNA BE A DEDICATED BLOGGER AGAIN
ALTHOUGH NOT HERE
OVER HERE! http://darylwonder.blogspot.co.uk/
I STILL LOVE YA'LL
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Monday, 11 March 2013
Wednesday, 9 January 2013
Tuesday, 14 August 2012
Sunday, 5 August 2012
my body is an antique.
once it was loved and treasured and used.
it felt hands, and fingertips, lips even.
its curves were delicately stroked.
its openings softly prodded.
it was a thing of pride,
to be shown off to others.
it was not perfect.
but deep love made it so.
now, my body is cold and broken.
a cracked vase in a dirty window.
they stare at me. they leer and stare and leer and stare.
and I dance for them.
I dance and I twirl and I smile for them.
they want to buy me.
they know that I am broken.
they know I will be easily fixed.
with love.
with hands.
putting me back together,
correct, this time.
but I don't want it.
I am myself,
this broken, alone thing.
I want to remain cold.
I don't want a new flower in my vase.
just the memory of the last,
flitting over me like a butterfly,
eyelashes, lips, fingertips.
gone to another.
my body is an antique.
that is how it will remain.
once it was loved and treasured and used.
it felt hands, and fingertips, lips even.
its curves were delicately stroked.
its openings softly prodded.
it was a thing of pride,
to be shown off to others.
it was not perfect.
but deep love made it so.
now, my body is cold and broken.
a cracked vase in a dirty window.
they stare at me. they leer and stare and leer and stare.
and I dance for them.
I dance and I twirl and I smile for them.
they want to buy me.
they know that I am broken.
they know I will be easily fixed.
with love.
with hands.
putting me back together,
correct, this time.
but I don't want it.
I am myself,
this broken, alone thing.
I want to remain cold.
I don't want a new flower in my vase.
just the memory of the last,
flitting over me like a butterfly,
eyelashes, lips, fingertips.
gone to another.
my body is an antique.
that is how it will remain.
Sunday, 29 July 2012
time
I cried really hard twice today.
It's one less than I cried yesterday.
And hopefully one more than I will cry tomorrow.
Wednesday, 25 July 2012
Wrote this in my head on the way home from his house.
Arms that warmed me, will not warm me.
Hands that held mine, will not hold me.
Words that thrilled me, will cease to thrill me.
and the eyes that told me, have done finally.
Oh and the kisses.
The kisses.
on foreheads,
on lips, hips, tips
of you
on inner arm and inner thigh
on fingers and on minds
on you and on mine
between cheeks
between sheets
on buses
in rain
under bandstands
on trains
in "Paris"
and on the walk home
by the river
and everywhere in between.
when we wanted.
Kisses that fell on you. and on me. will no longer fall.
Hands that held mine, will not hold me.
Words that thrilled me, will cease to thrill me.
and the eyes that told me, have done finally.
Oh and the kisses.
The kisses.
on foreheads,
on lips, hips, tips
of you
on inner arm and inner thigh
on fingers and on minds
on you and on mine
between cheeks
between sheets
on buses
in rain
under bandstands
on trains
in "Paris"
and on the walk home
by the river
and everywhere in between.
when we wanted.
Kisses that fell on you. and on me. will no longer fall.
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