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Poetry

Words from the deepest part of my blood red heart. Pouring up everything with each heartbeat. I'll show you my mind...but you can't reach it.

PAIN & PLEASURE

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by zoyelle

by zoyelle

You told me..."Pleasure overrides pain."

Funny how I clung to that.

Now when the sun is asleep, and the moon has become queen of the sky, I lie in bed and stare into nothingness.

I don't think of anything. No...the thoughts are too painful.

But still, the pain gets to me. It wrenches sobs from my soul. It steals my breath and plunges me in a sea so so so deep. A sea of varieties of hurt.

I find a different remedy everyday. But today, right now. The perfect remedy are your words.

Pleasure overrides pain.

I'm holding on to this pain. Holding on to it. Letting it wash over me. Its not so bad.

I've found pleasure in it. Now I can look forward to the morn of the morrow.

But remember...pain overrides?