The Goddess whispers love
And I am enchanted
But it’s not for me
She writes it perfectly
Passion verbally exploding
Reminding me
How lonely
It is to be
Me
Stanza after stanza of passion
Each syllable is a finger
Forcefully plunged into my heart
She impales me
Stabbing deeply
Slicing from throat to sac
Then around the back
And bleeding me in reverse
In her words
Dull emotions
Are reinvigorated
Phantom organs
Come to life again
Then
Melt away
Cause the facts say
That I will never ever
Be loved in such
A beautiful way
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
The Goddess whispers love
And I am enchanted
But it’s not for me
She writes it perfectly
Passion verbally exploding
Reminding me
How lonely
It is to be
Me
Stanza after stanza of passion
Each syllable is a finger
Forcefully plunged into my heart
She impales me
Stabbing deeply
Slicing from throat to sac
Then around the back
And bleeding me in reverse
In her words
Dull emotions
Are reinvigorated
Phantom organs
Come to life again
Then
Melt away
Cause the facts say
That I will never ever
Be loved in such
A beautiful way
