Sunday, 25 October 2015

Drunk in Thoughts

So drunk in your thoughts
In the silent shadows.
I whisper your name but it echoes.

The glass of wine spills through my mounds to the dense valleys.
Bow there to gulp my essence.
I taste like none.

For I am a poisonous enchantress.
Slowly I will float in your veins.
You yearn to die in me.
But l spare you.

So that every breathe you take,
Reminds you of me.
Like I die millions times,
Thinking of you.



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