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Whispers sent across feathered pillows
Shall I serve you tea while I have none.
Your simple smile seems perfect.
Many men are fooled by such a face.
Sex. Drugs. and Coffee.
That's all a man really needs.
These pointless days going on and on.
Never going anywhere. Nothing exciting.
The simple pleasures have faded from my window.
No more laying in the grass, or looking at the stars.
We've all got to grow up sometime.
Stare at me with your grey eyes once again.
I'll let you know, your attempts are futile.
I commend you for your efforts.
But this already breaking heart, has been shattered one too many a time.
Heavens, she's a child. Was life meant to be lived in such a way?
So, she'll grow up. A hard path for such a woman to follow.
Switch the song. Hearing the same old melodies makes the heart ache, and the mind burn.
Lust after me with desire one more time.
Are you that much of a fool to hide your darkest designs and secrets from me?
Shall we make love upon an open canvas? Be it bloody or romantic, I'm game.
A lover needs some inspiration from time to time anyway.
Or am I to assume you've already had your needs met.
Sleep. Fully and completely exposed. The world already knows your name.
You were a saint, loved by all those around you.
But they said I didn't know you the way I thought.
Are you just a hole in a shoe, waiting to expand beyond the souls of tomorrow.
Go ahead, the sky is waiting.
And so she will wait for her beloved Prince Charming to come and take her away in open arms.
Quite the tragic fairytale, that has yet again burned another place in history.
But of course, men need stimulation, of some sort.
So go bury your cat named Rosy who died.
That will surely light the fire within you once more.
Go and burn me up.
From inside your pocket.
~End~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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