Harsh wordsA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittIt's been a pleasure.
Does it make me a bad person
that I took advantage of Your advances your presence? Replacing your face with his you not knowing that I didn't even see you. Because I am not sorry for that. You are shamelessly innocent It's just a matter of right place wrong time. Is that so wrong? If it is, it doesn't matter. Because you are nothing more than a substitute for something just out of my reach that I misplaced long ago. © 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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1 Review Added on December 7, 2008 Last Updated on December 7, 2008 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 |