BreakA Poem by Behrsy
I lust for you
to think of me daydream of your scribbled greetings of your silent longing, your thoughts of me (thinking of you) thirsty for some confession of truth something drastic, something new in this stagnant springtime colours, bright and harsh yet they fall upon me oh so dull the wind avoids my skin walking in a vacuum so constantly numb so ardent for a crack in the continuity it subdues any passion even my hatred for routine letting me subconsciously slip into the nightmare of the "american dream" the steady pretending this enmeshment it infects the very seams of my existence. © 2013 Behrsy |
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Added on June 22, 2013 Last Updated on June 22, 2013 Tags: daydream, lust, truth, spring, american dream Author
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