Taken... by You?
Am I, perhaps, taken by you? Are all my seconds left now few; You own me as well my soul Still drowning in your alcohol. For midst day, I dream of us By night you're so full of lust, And so ignorant of inner beauty Your words: 'good morning cutie'. Am I less mine, and a lot more yours? When you take and take what all you've lost; And I'm all so giving without remorse, Till even my last breath whispers forever. Your soul raping words said so softly, That it even sickens my modern day poetry. . . . (Taken... by You? Well, who the hell are you? If u have the power to love someone, you also have the power to unlove them and love yourself a little more than you did earlier. Yes, there's eternal love but it's not with a person, it's with the universe. And your home, sweetheart, is your own fuckin' heart... ❤️)
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