She knows my thoughts Trail her intoxicating natural form Innocent looks of curiosity turn into aches of desire Red lights in empty parking lots show twisted metal forms You are at your ugliest when you know you are absolutely right That every one else denies what you know to be true No one is left to witness the personal destruction left in your wake Tossing penny wishes into the fiery gaps of natural disasters Allowing for nature to reclaim the misplaced intentions of masochistic thoughts Passing houses left burning to dope and exponential desperate acts of bewilderment Thoughts of a limited slave mentality grumbled between isolated minds Touching your self frozen by pleasure physically shaken Invisibly strapped to your sheets isolated in unspeakable pleasure and loneliness. Brandan Peterson
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 08:16:09 +0000
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