Ill Fantasy

RiverJordan

a visceral difficulty,

 

seeking pleasure outwardly,

 

oh, the beauty is intoxicating,

 

Inept,

 

he slept silently,  pleasently hushed; within his own fever dream,

 

she wore shoes; stood in the storm with no socks,

 

it's raining a bouquet of some sort of blue petals,

 

the "so long" greetings meet me,

 

beyond; known existence

  • Author: Zapatron (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 4th, 2019 02:24
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 10
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