golden slumbers fill your eyes
smiles awake you when you rise
sleep pretty darling do not cry
and i will sing a lullabye



lukas----


I Just Want You Closer; Is That Alright?

you're pale, drunk, sick. harsh
light filters through your wisps of
hair. i drag my hand

through soft, lazy strands.
the skin of your forehead is
possibly softer;

locked in fever-dream.
you moan. your head is throbbing.
(i should not be here.)

no one will hold you;
you don't deserve it. but i
am as weak as you.

"hold me." i comply.
poor baby boy of eighteen,
i can't not love you.



Haiku by MiVidaDeEpílogos.
Read 1079 times
Written on 2008-01-07 at 04:54

Tags Alcohol  Abuse 

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