stripped bare

One Week On: An Epilogue

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She remembers standing at a corner, against a wall. She remembers the warm wave after wave of sweaty bodies that swam past her. She remembers the deep bass pumping in her veins. She remembers the blinding spotlight that shone on her face. She remembers the endless sea of hands out-stretched, not touching, not feeling. But when she closes her eyes, all she remembers were the tears on her face, the music in her ears, and him in her mind.

For each forgotten kiss
For all the memories
For all the times a look said all we had to say
You played your part so well
A modern Romeo
You came on Cupid’s wings and then you flew away

When you touched my face
When you call my name
I’m burned with desire
When you touched my face
When you call my name
I’m burned with desire
But you left me in the rain

For every sleepless night
Forever in your arms
For every hour spent lost in the reverie
You broke your promises
No shame and no regrets
You burned the bridges to an endless mystery

When you touched my face
When you call my name
I’m burned with desire
When you touched my face
When you call my name
I’m burned with desire
But you left me in the rain

Maybe I need to explain my actions. Maybe I don’t.
Maybe I will write again. Maybe I won’t.

Maybe she will love again. Maybe she won’t.

Written by smudgi3

January 14, 2009, Wednesday at 00:14

Posted in Him, Perversion

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