After Hours 06/26/2009
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Come, won’t you let me in.. So I can get inside your mind and taste your satisfaction..
You leave me stimulated with just anticipation. Breathlessly awaiting your deception.
This cage keeps me quiet as you’ve commanded, but keep me still and I’ll keep demanding.
The night is ours, as dusk still sleeps. And when dawn arises how I shall weep.
When this little game ours of ends, and I am forced to sleep,
will you think of me In the darkening keep?
As we seperate that which we both hate, when the stars betwixt….
©2009 Tragedienne Belle Morte
Submitted: June 27, 2009
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Manyfacets
I Know that this is excellent poetry, but I
Sat, June 27th, 2009 11:45pmdon't have the mind to understand it's meaning.
Maybe it's about being stifled by life, and
every attempt to have some fun or excitement
is lost, because sometimes one can hate "self"
so much that only loneliness awaits. Good write,
and I hope some of the brighter poets on Booksie
give you some feedback. Kind regards M.
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Actually you hit it right on the nail, in a sense... Thank you for kind words and feel free to read my other work for feedback is always appreciated..
Sat, June 27th, 2009 5:32pm