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Sick
Contributed by
daen14
on
Thursday, 15th May 2003 @ 09:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I sit in my room and my thoughts heat my brain
until I feel I as though I need a hole in my head
A hole to let this sick heat, your sick heat out
My mind betrays me
My thoughts turn to you
My heart will not yield to this fervent desire to push you out
I long for you like an infant child still longs to be held by its abusive mother
I dont need you but I still want you
Oh God I still want you
Why cant I let you go
Your face is the only image my eyes will relent to seeing.
Your scent the only one that fills my nostrils
I want to breath you until I am high from you
Your heat sears my insides
Yours is a pain that borders on pleasure if only I can stand the pain long enough....
Copyright ©
daen14
... [
2003-05-15 09:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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