I can feel you,
radiating unto me.
Love and pain,
we go unseen.
You're my plutonium,
my queen.
I'm nothing,
a dying ****
maybe.
Pull me up,
roots and all please.
In the hole,
plant a seed.
Watch it grow,
watch it bleed.
Heal its wounds,
make it believe,
then toss it aside,
when it becomes a ****
like me.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
I can feel you,
radiating unto me.
Love and pain,
we go unseen.
You're my plutonium,
my queen.
I'm nothing,
a dying ****
maybe.
Pull me up,
roots and all please.
In the hole,
plant a seed.
Watch it grow,
watch it bleed.
Heal its wounds,
make it believe,
then toss it aside,
when it becomes a ****
like me.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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