Notice of absence from LIZ
PEACE, LOVE, LIGHT!
PEACE, LOVE, LIGHT!
The pain is unbearable, my heart skips a beat; my lips bruised for days, from holding it in. So I just give in, and take a tall drink, and then one more sip, but there's no release.
The smell of pure lust, is covered in loss; I can't seem to stop, each drop makes me drunk. But I'm craving deep, so I just persist; although the strong taste is making me sick.
The wound is so deep, it's making me bleed, explosion of colors that feel like true silk. Locked in a room, with waves that crash in, splashes of glass that pierce through my skin.
This new aftertaste has brought in new tears, reminding myself that it wasn't real.
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what a great title and otherwise very much enjoyed .. I particularly liked the teensy bit erotic narrative ... Neville 🙂
I appreciate it!! Thank you!!! ❤️
'it's making me bleed,
explosion of colors that feel like true silk.
Locked in a room, with waves that crash in,
splashes of glass that pierce through my skin.
The wound is so deep,'
just by themselves, these lines
are a poetic, impactful wording
of that turmoil n frustration
so many of us can relate to, dear poet
(a beautiful poem, imbued
with such laudable vulnerability)
thank you!
This means a lot! Hard to explain in simple words. There are too many feelings. Thank you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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