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Dreaming in colour
Awakened by grey
Drunk in acid green
He called my name

Dragged me blindly
Consciousness like fog
Eyes scanning the darkness
His intent clear through smog

My mind sensed danger
A light switched off and on
Passed out, tuned in
My innocence had gone

Chewed up and spat out
My use was done
Pushed me back to my bed
A victory he had won

Years flashed by
The memory was shunned
Swimming in dirt
Unable to love

Then I dreamt in colour
Remembered the grey
Flashes of acid green
I spoke his name
I would walk a thousand miles
to possess a thousand of your smiles

I would paint a thousand skies
to see my soul within your eyes

I would challenge heaven above
to be the recipient of your love

I would beat a thousand thugs
if you'd heal me with your hugs

Satan himself I would face
just to feel your warm embrace
Slowly... but surely I'm losing it
I'm losing my will to care
I'm losing my motivation to fight
I'm losing my lust for love
I'm losing my mind little by little
I'm losing myself...
In a reality of sad songs, **** and liquor
And the person I'm becoming
Is the same one I tried to
Escape
They are so thirsty for me
The men I mean
They're like vampires that have been forced to starve
You'll never know which is thirstiest for my blood

The soft ones will soon back down
They'll quickly realize how my eyes show no sign of joy
My heart does not contain love
And my mind is over taken by the thoughts of death and ***

The others with stay
For they don't care about how broken a girl is
They'll only ever worry about how perky my breast are and how lustful the sight of my *** is
Maybe even see the brokeness as an easier way to take advantage
i had a glass heart
you shattered my fragile love
now i am just sand
                                     l.r.
Face to Face
nose to nose
jousting breaths
teasing
every sense
in their bodies

Lips close but not
quite, so much to say
yet silence inhibited
all sense of speech

His hands
slid sensually up and down
her spine
strumming seductive moans
she was his cello
and he, her cellist
conducting a symphony
that she
and only she
can excel at

Jousting breaths
high moans
tender touches
skin on skin
it's just
ethereal
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