hasty
vague
deep,
away to a listful reverie
cauth in vulnerable memory.
Tears fall looking up to a waterfull.
Trafficked thoughts
bottled up notes.
Drifting to my sorrows waking misery follows.
I believe of a God, love had me tied up and gagged.
Tough love can never be kind trade sweet kisses for numbing cold bruises.
You're cursed too brilliantly, lived to the worst to have love first.
Gave me your name i played just the same,
there's never a place for shame in this game.
rootz 2007
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