She can't wash the smell
of sweet hard fuck
from her tingiling skin.
so sensitive
that even a lingering hand
makes her quiver
& stirs at her soul
and something that seemed
a long time dead
inside her
--
she was brought back to life
with gasping breaths
and dancing finger tips,
wandering down her spine
she breathed
and screamedagain

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I won't look back in anger
but i'l go backwards,
searching for you
as you walked away,
your back turned on me
your sorrow well defined.
A siloette, contrasted in the inpending darkness
with a gleam of remorse
you turned on your heal
and waved a final goodbye
a gesture lost,
gone,
like the life you left behind

If only words could change this sorry state.
I'd pray with them everyday
and make sure I stayed alive
to see another blue monday.
A grey morning light before me,
shadows even in the sunlight
falling on deaf ears
and another broken home.
soundless words and angry faces
unanswered questions, untied laces
lossing grip on reality
again &

waiting for a reply.
waiting.
shit..
shit
whats he going to say..
hows he guna react..

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