I dip my feet into the pools of my sadness,
And your green eyes shimmer back to me,
Pure envy,
The lust of a lover,
Tied up to a friend,
My wrists burn from the cuffs,
You kiss them better every time.
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Remorse, Regret, and Those Things I Cannot Forget
PoetryThere are monsters inside me which I have let roam free for much too long.
Taking
I dip my feet into the pools of my sadness,
And your green eyes shimmer back to me,
Pure envy,
The lust of a lover,
Tied up to a friend,
My wrists burn from the cuffs,
You kiss them better every time.