A sword through the gut
Hurts way more
Than a sword through the heart
Because the prospect of never eating again
Is worse
Than the prospect of never loving again
You'll find it harder to blow me kisses
On an empty stomach
First, because you need the air
Second, because kisses can't launch
Off dry lips
Better to survive and never eat
Than die and never love
Are you crazy?
But then again
Aren't we all...
Simply
Full of it
Or is it just me
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Shades & Shadows
PoetryExploring the intensity of duality through poetry, life, death and everything in between.
