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She is a poem of his heart
He never disclosed
In front of anyone.
 Sep 2019 Grayce Hobart
Yuki
Sadness. Anxiety. Anger
A flurry of emotions crosses your mind
You brick up a wall
You feint surprise
Your smile is fake
But one day
It will all come crashing down
Water floods
The dam breaks
And your heartthrobs
By the sound of an arrow puncturing the skin
The feeling of your mother's hand losing warmth
The sight of a cat bleeding out on the street
The memory of your dad calling your name
Slowly, one by one they go
Until you're finally left
With the words "I have something to tell you."
We touch. We vibe.
Has me shaking with delight.
It's electric. It's fire.

I want to touch more of you.
She was wild, free, but broken
With freshly shattered chains.
The neon lights called her name
And Tequila filled her veins.

Her ring finger tan line was fading
But the emotional damage remained.
She felt like she had wasted precious years
Of her youth and only herself was to blame.

The music blared and the lights lowered
As the couples filled the dance hall.
Her red curls cascaded and her lips curled into a smile
When he extended a hand and said, “You wanna waltz, doll?”

He twirled her around for what seemed like days,
As Chris Stapleton serenaded her heart.
She danced, she drank, and she laughed
And she tried relentlessly to keep from falling apart.

She was wild, free, but broken
With freshly shattered chains.
The neon lights called her name
And Tequila filled her veins.
by definition,
lust is
extreme ****** desire for someone

by nature,
lust is
uncontrollable...
I'm attracted to my thirty-seven year old male teacher
and my eighteen year old male coworker
and the quirky girl who sits behind me in history,
what?

by religion,
lust is
a sin, punishable by Hell,
whatever that is.

lust is unavoidable,
but socially unacceptable to act upon.
I know this ***** I'm really tired

— The End —