Last Caress

I’m curled up and dying
On the cold hard floor,
Just as love would have died
If it was anymore.
Just as a panther
Can’t be locked behind bars,
Bloody locks will finally lead me
To your cold dead arms.

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under poem, poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s