I flit through the photos
Trying to find what you find.
My mind just wanders
about the woman
Who shows all her skin.
I see the bodies clashing.
Eyes ablaze, burning with the hope of release.
But it's no where to be found.
Instead of feeling the familiar ache
I feel numb,
Left behind.
The woman on the screen seems to be the only thing I can relate to.
Her eyes distant and resentful.
I find no release.
only skin.
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
I flit through the photos
Trying to find what you find.
My mind just wanders
about the woman
Who shows all her skin.
I see the bodies clashing.
Eyes ablaze, burning with the hope of release.
But it's no where to be found.
Instead of feeling the familiar ache
I feel numb,
Left behind.
The woman on the screen seems to be the only thing I can relate to.
Her eyes distant and resentful.
I find no release.
only skin.
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