Over
this is the taste of defeat
the white sands wash over
your feet
the sun rises, glares..
then sinks
the days have ended
i succumb to thee
the loss of love
a love that scarred
a touch that burnt
is now a defeat
Cheers!
Copyright © Nina Ricks | Year Posted 2012
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