"delimit" poems
It does not hurt very bad
But it still hurts immensely, if that’s sensible
The dose of anesthesia was drastically high,
A little more please I still feel this.
There, my body is no longer affected.
All of these nerves relocated from the tangible, to the depths of my spirit
I must release my soul, delimit my mind, and free my spirit
To acquire the numbness, peace, that I cannot allow my vices to take credit for
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
But darling, what you do to me
Is not the usual kind of romance
You delimit my infinities
So they won't take a detour.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC