Wicked GameA Poem by Ohhhwillow14/11/12 Nothimg hurts more than being left behind, drowning in your own enclosed puddle of plans and perfect times. I'll never be alone with him as my friend but I'll always crave his kiss
There's a stolen body from my bed
That used to dream of our sublime. Of dancing shadows and a sweet surrender, Between our hopeless bleeding eyes. Around every corner, I see your ghost, You echo but you're not gone. Yet. There's a lost part of your mind, That used to sleep beside me. That melted my shame and sorrow with it, Between our soft caress. Around every clock, my conscience waits, It breaks, but is it broken? There's a taken piece of my tomorrow, That remembers our sublime. Of tender touch and pinky promises, Between our honest tongues. Around every minute, I see our chain, Our time tested wicked game, That's not over now.
© 2013 OhhhwillowAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorOhhhwillowEdinburgh, Scotland, United KingdomAboutWrite it down and read it Instagram: ohhhwillow Twitter: @H0ly_FUCKer 'Let me sometimes dance With you, Or climb, Or stand perchance In ecstasy, Fixed and free In a rhym.. more..Writing
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