September 5, 2008

  • Scars

    I have scars that will not heal and bruises that do not show
    I have hunger that can not be quenched for what is in stow
    Doctors and meds can not cure
    My heart and what it had to endure
    My heart breathes forever hungry for passion and love
    From the soul of my beloved
    My heart with every beat seems to linger in famine to be loved with passion
    I do not desire pity expressed with an eyedropper of compassion
    That love will wane and wax like a harvest moon
    I’d rather have soft lips pressed against my soul
    Swooned by my beloved who I would extol ©2008

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