he'd left her lips
pulsing red
at the very thought of him
sharing his
bed
all was left unsaid
she took her pills
& sought solace in her
head
there is nothing in the
world
more difficult to wake
than the dead
aside from
the ghost in her
conscience
& the sorrow she
fed
nothing more to dread
but the road she has not yet
the courage to
tread
Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 1:05 AM UTC
he'd left her lips
pulsing red
at the very thought of him
sharing his
bed
all was left unsaid
she took her pills
& sought solace in her
head
there is nothing in the
world
more difficult to wake
than the dead
aside from
the ghost in her
conscience
& the sorrow she
fed
nothing more to dread
but the road she has not yet
the courage to
tread
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