You, my heart, cry me rivers,
cry me inane monsoons.
Hear me not listening to you
for I have given up.
I have given up the dream we once were.
My heart is hungry for the morphine of your touch.
I am thirsty for lovers’ arguments.
Now that you are gone
I want you so much again.
In the winter of my heart
my melancholy swings
to the rhythm of your dreams
waltzing our darkest desires
through the night.
I too have given up….
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😉
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how i like this poem! it’s impossible not to feel this longing while i read it. wonderfully …
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Thank you!
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I Love the unbridled emotion in this. Very compelling!
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thank you!
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Your morphine, my morphine, lets all morph together…
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haha, yes! Clichee of course (love’s a drug etc) but I did it just because I can. 😉
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😉 good to know.
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