Pour all the moonlight from your body down on me, undraping your saree slowly in suspense. This darkness is unbearable, Illuminate me with your surreal presence. Broken days zoomed past, I believe soon our halcyon days will cast. You wear nights as your attires and the days lie beneath them. With you I seem to be a picayune to play this game. What will I get as my reward if I win? I just want to expiate my last sin. I am tired of your given heartbreaks, For you, out of pain sometimes I do shrieks. Tonight I will cover this distance in creeps, Was it the color of your lipstick or the blood of my ribs? - Papan
Posted on: Tue, 06 May 2014 17:36:31 +0000
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