Masochistic PoetA Poem by Samantha ~virginpoetTo be a poet
you taste like love and sorrow crying ink a dark dying meaning fading slowly within Cause I dream of a man who has read my every poem and hoarded every meaning deeper into his being But my love he devoured my heart in one s l o w satisfying gulp I heard it p l u n g e into the gaping emptiness of his cheating heart But I’m just a poet dreaming of shoving a pen down my throat and writing these verses inside out I am no scribe prophet or spell caster I know it My skin knows it My pen knows it too Years and years from now my mind will dwell on the way your fingers chain linked between my ribs and shook my vulnerable insides violently As you ripped me apart But to be a writer is to be a masochist and I refuse to get off on the pain anymore BY Samantha Pruitt © 2014 Samantha ~virginpoetAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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Added on January 17, 2014Last Updated on January 18, 2014 AuthorSamantha ~virginpoetOHAboutHAD MY BABY BOY 12/29/2013 at 10:57 he weighs 8 pounds 4oz 19 in long I am married to a fellow poet on this site http://www.writerscafe.org/itz_JuggZ aka Stevo The Poe-t I cant sleep without kno.. more..Writing
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