Ghost Of Past

December 29, 2015 (2 years ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: ,

They quarrel
I listen
He shouts
She trembles
He’s leaving
She’s pleading
I cry and cry myself to sleep.

He’s tactless
He’s gone
We were forgotten
She’s miserable
She weeps
I listen
I cry and cry myself to sleep.

He’s gone
She’s desperate
She’s leaving
I’m pleading
I was forgotten
I cry and cry that I can’t sleep at... Read More

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Joined: October 19, 2015 (2 years old)
Writings: 18

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I can make a poem with a blink of an eye
But can hardly make a story for it doesn't need to rhyme.
Tragic and tear jerking scripts are my kind of things
I'm in love with nude paintings but can hardly make erotic writings.
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