Remain uncoiled,
Between the sheets
My drawers are soiled
And you remain, desecrated,
In my sorry soul,
Engulfed in your own mélange
Enveloped by your camisole,
I relapse,
As I collapse,
Is this for certain?
I’m unsure. Perhaps.
But Strange,
as it seems,
But we never get as close
As we do in dreams.
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7 comments:
this poem makes me think and feel of lonliness...
i relate to this pice here and i guess i can feel the thought...
my interpretation might be wrong from wat ur trying to put across...but well...i can visualise barrenness right now...and think of an dull numb void!
@shitrint:
aww...sorry my poem made u feel so lone :( it wasn't the intention, i swear!
oh no not at all!!
it didnt make me feel lone...it didnt make me feel sad..well actually in a way it did make me feel sad and lonely...but being sad and lonely is now a comfort zone for me...i love being that way!
i simply love ur poems..i always do coz i get reminded of myself sometimes when i read ur masterpieces!
take care!
@shitrint:
haha, oh you're spoiling me with all the praise, but thanks anyways :)
if u write a really 'worthless' poem i wont praise u.. ;-)
till then, cant help being a fan of ur poems!
This one is beaitiful. I like your work a lot.
@merili:
thanks a lot :)
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