Honey,
you must be away
saving the world,
tucked in your four poster bed
Are you smiling in your sleep?
oblivious of my suffering
as I lay writhing in pain
your scent in my hair,
its more than I can take
through my lungs
you have reached my veins
Alone,
I gather the pieces of my weakened will
I need to taste your lips,
your tongue, your kiss
Honey,
come quick
the flood is rising
save the world another day...
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1 comments:
i hope with such laments 'saving the world' agenda will be left for another day. beautiful and painful all at the same time.
cheers!
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