Wednesday 1 November 2017

Sting

Loneliness stings the day
And I can't bear it
I can't listen to the same
Sad old songs
Because they slide
Knives beneath my memories
And I can't bear it 
I can't look at the same
Sensuous oiled nudes
Because they sink
Blades behind my eyes
And I can't bear it 
I can't
And loneliness stings

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