Beautiful End
she is not real
she warps to my thrills
body soft but hard to touch
I breathe her breath
we hold chest to chest
the world could be gone
I am nothing
if not wrong
to lay her down
when we'ere done
only moon no more sun
morning wont come
for our song is sung
Copyright © Bias Fields | Year Posted 2011
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