Lie to me
and I will,
eventually,
believe those endearing phrases.
Drug me
and I will,
with a yawn,
fall into your embraces.
Beat me
and I will,
through my sobs,
assure that
I am yours.
There is still blood
running through my veins,
and my lips still form words,
but this cheek you are caressing
is a hollow one,
and my body but a shell.
And I will
never understand
why you would want to love a ghost
like me.















Comments
~Leo
--
Dan, I will always remember that day. Mandla, you where always so nice. A great friend. RIP
--
And lie in the bed you've made ophelia
Dry are the lips that lost their taste of love
Drown in the waters that would give you life
Cry as this lamentation thrusts its knife
awesome poem!
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