Saturday, December 28, 2013

Grown Women's Cries

You took my all

You drank it down
like liquid bliss,
puckered your lips,
and were quickly thirsty for more

You found her
and her
and her
and her
and her

And sucked all their hearts dry
You make my phone glow and ring
It's possessed
I hear all the grown women’s cries
beneath the ring tone

The voice mail picks up
That woman no longer lives
She rests
Heart broken

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