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.
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(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... ❤️)
2020-05-19 16:49:59
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