Sore lips

Every drop of bitter pulp though my throat,
etch'hing, breaking, getting more and more fragile.
Bittersweet aftertaste, just the same,
deja vu from a day with you. Just a kiss. Just the same.
Dying just to be, just to reach, just to give you,
all you need, you deserve, the skinniest girl in the world.
I will be, I will give it all to you-again.
This time I will be enough. I will have it all.
I will be so simple. Pure bones. Just for you.



Poetry by Polly
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Written on 2007-09-05 at 20:54

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Very poignant. Striving to please others seems the only way sometimes. but all we really need to do is strive to please ourselves. Easier said then done i know. A good write mad me think.
2007-09-24