October 2013
Worn out souls - exhausted toys,
Rushed decisions, shaking voice,
Impatience, no resignation,
Taking nothing into consideration.
Wanted those hands on my body,
Vampire barenecked kiss,
Eager eyes and avid lips, - drove me crazy, and
Almost broke my desperate attempts to resist.
Maimed, lost and timid hearts,
Lets tear them out, prolonging the farce,
I prefer being arctic cold in frost,
Instead of feeling always tattered and lost.
Finished all the cruel games,
These days go by and I finally find,
Relief and patience, from the soulful confusion,
Luckily, having no any more illusion.
Only regret and disappointment that I allowed this intrusion.
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