JourneyA Poem by BetanuZweiI was borne from your pain. You gave me life. It hurt you to bear me, but I replaced the sting with cool, tender caresses. Your cheek, red-hot with fear or maybe sadness, or hurt, was my playground, school, work and sickbed. When I kissed your reddened lips you let me die, softly, slowly. Lovely. Who knew salt and water could feel so much? © 2011 BetanuZwei |
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Added on February 1, 2011 Last Updated on February 1, 2011 AuthorBetanuZweiUnited KingdomAboutMy name is Beth, though Bet or Betanu are also fine. I have written online before using my pseudonym/alter-ego Brian. He has a facebook fanpage and everything ;) To save you wasting your time read.. more..Writing
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