You are the cold harsh wind the blows out
Flickering candles on rainy nights
I don't mind the dark, nor the thunder rumbling in the distance
But my feet are cold, and numb
I'm shivering, and I'm alone
You are the cold harsh wind that curls around
Naked shoulders on rainy nights
I don't mind the sheen of sweat between his skin and mine
But my mind is cold and numb
He moans into the crook of my neck
And I shiver
He digs his nails into the small of my back
But I feel
So alone
-- S.M.
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Acedia
Poetry[ A c e d i a : ennui ; state of torpor or listlessness ; spiritual apathy ] Poetry attempts / Random thoughts / Musings (P.S. I'm not very good at this, don't expect too much. Thanks)
