Back you call me
Sickening sweet words.
The honey that pours out of that
Tiger’s eye.
That which paralyses me so.
Through my skin you ooze
Towards my heart
In my veins you seep
Around my body
Right around
Through me
Though I do not
Expect you to linger.
You never do
And I have learnt
To never long for
All of you
2007-08-25
05:01:54
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haha unholeycricket! im Australian
and we say 'learnt" colloquially
2007-08-26
02:14:22 ·
update #1