Nov 2015
This Room Is a Woman,
The bed, seducing me.
Reducing me.
This room is a woman,
Her Skin, it shimmers.
The Walls, they whisper.
They inject in me regret,
These Devouring memories.
This Room Was My Woman.
From it, *I could Never Leave..
The bed, seducing me.
Reducing me.
This room is a woman,
Her Skin, it shimmers.
The Walls, they whisper.
They inject in me regret,
These Devouring memories.
This Room Was My Woman.
From it, *I could Never Leave..
To every man who's been tormented by the demons of his mistakes, who repents and who regrets. I raise a toast. To the fallen. To the falling, and to those who've never really broken through to a better tomorrow.
The torture the past lays upon those who lament over a love gone wrong, or lost is unfathomable.
This is my how I imagine perceiving this.
The torture the past lays upon those who lament over a love gone wrong, or lost is unfathomable.
This is my how I imagine perceiving this.
(24/M/New Zealand)
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