GamblingA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
Betraying my senses of decency
I will tell you everything on my mind from the sparklers to the bombs and all the mess in between. Can you deal with me? with all the rips and glue? Holding together by threads of wishes and dreams that may or may not come true? I hope so since I am betting the house with all chips on the table that you will stick by my side tonight and never regret your choice. To me that is love and tonight is all we have so gear up for me because my words are escaping and I know that once they are said I can never take them back.
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Added on June 12, 2013 Last Updated on June 12, 2013 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |