My dry, pale, cracked and tormented lips

September 1, 2007
By Evangeline Crossmen, Renton, WA

My dry, pale, cracked and tormented lips Fevered-hot by the constant wanting Of your honey kiss. Yet forever plagued by your Relentless, unaware teasing Indifference My Bedroom Eyes Those wanting looks Cease me to be noticed And a sidenote i remain. My unfailing devotion is the Curse of my life Oh love me as I love you! In all wholeness and severity I am yours, And halfway met am I in this endeavor. My struggles weaken me... To ache with sheer exhaustion In the depths of my breast. Yet, I cannot afford such Seriousness It brings me nothing, But constant want And silent, torturing Lack of you.

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