I will tell him I love him then climb back into your bed. And guilt will weep on the floor, but I will feel nothing. And you will learn to love me that way. Until all the poems are bled from my veins and I'm all dried up, dead and alone.
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At the End of the Dock
PoetryI invite you to indulge... Come with me on this adventure, let's see where the currents take us. Somewhere out there is an island with beautiful people and wondrous dreams. There is so much more to this life. Take my hand, don't look back. Just run...
