darling, you whisper
in a voice that stings
and does not comfort.
your words are poison
my dear.
(the drum in my chest
pounds to your beat.)
fleeting seduction
hushed caresses
a chorus of thoughts
humming the word love.
(do you think
the same things I do?)
I hold you in my arms
helplessly.
baby, I'm just trying
to figure you out.
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asdfghjksasdgfdfdfsddfdssdsddssdasdffgasasdsddasgsfgsad. wtf was that.
"Word spew" is an appropriate description of these impromptu poems, I think. Humor me, please. >_>;;
