tHe Pass -T

The breath on my neck ,

Sweet perfume consumes

Intoxication of elegant fumes,

That anaesthetise the  bloody soul,

That reaches to find ether to hold

 

Your eyes they keep

Dark and deep to make me weep

To turn my wrist 

To shake my fist

At sickness that inside me grips.

 

Your pale calm beauty 

Now gentle eyes, your soft warm skin

Your welcome sighs.

Two lovers in the dark entwined

Each crease in flesh , each well known line.

The soft warm

hand of endless time ,

Creates a map in each ones mind 

Of nights gone by,but now the signs,

Are lost in Misty memory 

Are lost in Mist

Are lost 

 

 

 

◄ BeeeenZ

Wat-Er oF LliiFe ►

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Danny Giesbrecht

Tue 15th Jun 2021 01:40

i like it we kinda have the same writing style

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