My passion is ...
DANCE!
ROBERT Desire me like you used to Before you slammed the door in my face For a choice that was never mine I'm lost without hope of you The timbre, tilt, pain of voice Stirs things buried in denial In my agonized, dying heart Hours eaten away staring at photographs Comparing them to my memories of long ago Killing myself over the slope of your jaw Cupid's Bow lips- a sweetly deadly weapon I'm drowning in your hate of me Choking on the apathy of your cold words Wandering lost in your labyrinthine mass of walls That I'll never get around Nor thru for I only found the single door Now locked up...
More..Marcia Middleton
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