I Love You, I Hate You |
I look at my hands and find what I've becomemy senses of affection are entirely numbOnce we lived an unreal and sensational fantasynow sin has led us to a horrid and deep tragedy.We both pursued a rec... Posted by on Thu, 16 Jul 2009 00:23:00 GMT |
Lust (my poetry) |
just take a look aroundthey treat me as if I was crownedcompliments of physical attractionand their visions of sexual satisfaction.I smile with confidence instead of conceitthey grin back with scents ... Posted by on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 20:05:00 GMT |