gripping the sheets --
oh silent love,
making us all jesters --
force those legs open,
god may not come.
escape --
the lovers laugh in sync,
gasping for more skin.
let us feel new again;
our sins will not be punished.
this place,
more like a prison.
shackles left on the floor,
cause the heart rules no longer.
good means naught now;
god may not come.
:]
- HeatherrrEloise
- Hell is really in, Illinois, United States
- "Whoa, off and on, off and on. We need to break this spell that we cast upon ourselves. Whoa, off and on, off and on. I need to quit. I don't think I have the strength to live without it." Spill Canvas -- 'To Live Without It'
2 comments:
You updated! Where have you been? :D
Awesome poem, I love the imagery.
oh, you answered my question on a previous post, I need to read more, but I was just so excited you were posting again! <3
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