( w h o re)

as i stand outside the door,
longing the sound of the guitar roar,
to realise how'd i became your whore.

1 comment:

Evagurl said...

an unclean, a libertine,
every time you vent your spleen,
your slipping slowly from my reach.
so take the plan, spin it sideways.

27 January 2013 at 22:05

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