For I am free, and you are not
I move from place to place
While you are stuck
I read books in luxury
And you prefer slanders
I kiss the night away
And you steal the light
For you are only the shadow
Of a crossing wind
Weightless and formless
You are a furtive sort
A torrent disturbance
A prisoner of war
In the vortex of a chasm
A spiteful false self.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Words Orgasm Poetry
PoetryMature poetry Lines about love, Mid-30ish life, sex and random thoughts. Playful thoughts in the morning. Silly ideas at night. And a whole lot of everything over a steam of espresso.
