Wednesday, October 13, 2010

so sad

so sad

You give yourself away 
You run from simple solitude 
Expect a world of gratitude 
for your offering as prey 

You hoped for worlds more 
Created castles made of sand 
Proclaimed this fantasy your land 
Cried when tide came into shore 

A life is made of pain 
And what we do to suffer less 
That sweet, sweet kiss and hot caress 
Or rubbing of the sore 
into our cursed refrain

May 14, 2010

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