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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