Holding hands,
Groping bodice;
When the movie ends,
I'll take back my body.
The eyes look not,
The hands grab a lot,
I am a willing victim,
Succumbing to my sinful atrocities.
The Mangosteen Pride
The Travelling Durian's Companion.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Forever for Eve
The eve of celebration of the Eve of humans?
Because I am a woman, the prelude to most celebrations, but rarely celebrated.
Because I am a woman, the prelude to most celebrations, but rarely celebrated.
Cries, Lies and Trembles. ( A Collection of These)
Maybe I lost you,
speck by speck,
piece by piece
Until I am nothing any more;
The mind pursues knowledge without depth
A heart without a soul,
A house but not a home;
As I lay here trembled,
Broken to the bones.
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I see your naked body,
You see mine;
Our love intertwines,
Yet we still collide.
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Let him feed you tears with his gun,
Let him fiend you will lows with his marrow bones,
Lets fall apart and no one knows.
Mangosteen(s) and Durian(s) Prohibited.
Turn the stink and stain into perfume and colour if you may, that is a better way to deal with these horrid aftermaths. Good luck and Good try.
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