I want to feel the efforts on my skin
Shining like golden brown in the sunlight
But the only sun kiss I’ve received is from the pale moon
I throw my expectancies in a small tin
I’ve kissed those fingertips a thousand times
Along with many more along my life
You’ve lived in my grasp as long as you needed
I’ve given dollars but where’s my dime?
Your resentments lay comfortably between your teeth
I’ve given more to you than I could ever feed
Where do I sleep tonight while you rest in my bed?
You really do expect so much, I’m so in over my head
I play this route every chance I get
I give, and give, until I regret
Notice how you receive what you want in these sheets
Yet I still feel uncomfortably sick like rust is flowing in my blood stream
I drink your sweat like rain water
I don't want to lie anymore
I’m not thirsty for desperation nor for temperatures hotter
I did it all for your pleasures, and you still yearn while I lay sore
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Author:
Morgue (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: September 30th, 2025 16:04
- Comment from author about the poem: Why must you never give, when all I want is to receive.
- Category: Love
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