life, love, poetry, Uncategorized

Wrung Eyes

Why can’t I find the strength to say my way

Weighing the pros and cons has fallen and sighed

Against my chest, his heart, my thighs

And circling our hands around the warm sun

Was a false hope and left me sadly stunned

The right has wrung my eyes bleeding dry

Soon I’ll be stepping into water, staring at sky

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