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Exploring form

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 6, 2013 by themanwiththecowboyboots

I want to explore form:

 

Perhaps it’s seduction; perhaps it’s attraction; perhaps he’s pretty

And I’m just a virgin

I look upon him, with eyes of passion

He looks upon me; perhaps it’s attraction

 

Like a dusk only lacking a sunset he eyed me

And in his reflection, I could tell that

He loved me

He left me ten and seven, not a virgin

No virtue

I could tell him, I hate him, but somehow

That’s not true

 

He eyed me like a sunset

Only lacking a sunset

I could tell that,

In his manner,

That he loved me,

From the onset.

I could swear it,

I could breath it,

I could sigh it,

I could dream it.

I could write it- with my own blood

I could swear it

I could breath it.

 

Yet somehow

I know now

That he was

Deceitful

I could tell that

In his bloodshot

Eyeballs

I could see that

He left me

No virtue

He left me

I know that

 

And Love

And passion

And more

And lust

Lust

Pleasure

Passion

Love

Love

Oh dear God

Love

 

No longer

I’m no longer

He left me no virtue

In his eyes I could see that

He loved me, no more than

He loved his drinks and cigarettes

Like a dawn that breaks apart and shatters

All mornings seem dull now; He broke me I’m useless

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