she came to me in a decadent whisper
singing songs of caged birds dying to be free
her soul dipped in melancholy reached out to me
as if i could save her
she somehow know that i was broken
wounded in the house of strangers
beaten down by empty kisses
as sensuous hands tear away pieces of me
my cries fell on deaf ears as i lay
drowning in my own rejection
i wondered what death felt like
shall i surrender to it and clothe myself
in the inviting arms of bitterness
shall i hold on to the burnt edges of hope
as memoirs of forgotten love fade in the morning gloom.
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Beautiful!
Thanks Lady!