Lost lust
Devoid of feeling.
Heart of rust
Introverted shielding.
Alone within the pink walls
I hold my baby angel arrow.
Watching as it slowly falls
Disappearing without a shadow.
Sand courses through veins
Broken glass making headway.
Never holding the intimate reins
A fey world of soft shallow gray.
Striding into a (space for two) rendezvous.
Screaming out loud: I love me too.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 12:07 AM UTC
Lost lust
Devoid of feeling.
Heart of rust
Introverted shielding.
Alone within the pink walls
I hold my baby angel arrow.
Watching as it slowly falls
Disappearing without a shadow.
Sand courses through veins
Broken glass making headway.
Never holding the intimate reins
A fey world of soft shallow gray.
Striding into a (space for two) rendezvous.
Screaming out loud: I love me too.
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