Not sure about it at all.
Oh,
if only Sigmund could see your dreams,
in the long lustful night
Angst strolling ever so silently over the silky bedding
Aurora,
left and lost to her light, morning has brought an entire truth
her clothed, scarlet lips forgotten on my sheets,
dreams will fade
and faces left innocent
Truth, she says and wipes the lipstick off.
She has an entirely platonic relationship to truth,
but Scarlet, she sleeps with her lies.
Poetry by Angie-M
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Written on 2009-10-10 at 21:39
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Dette d'amour (reworked)
Searching for dear Freud in your Lover's bookshelvesOh,
if only Sigmund could see your dreams,
in the long lustful night
Angst strolling ever so silently over the silky bedding
Aurora,
left and lost to her light, morning has brought an entire truth
her clothed, scarlet lips forgotten on my sheets,
dreams will fade
and faces left innocent
Truth, she says and wipes the lipstick off.
She has an entirely platonic relationship to truth,
but Scarlet, she sleeps with her lies.
Poetry by Angie-M
Read 805 times
Written on 2009-10-10 at 21:39
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