Purveyor of emotions
Could not sell a smile
Kisses from hell are passionate
Would you not take me with you?
Life disappears in a motion
We only breathe a while
Lost in desire, left behind a passion pit
The things we seek after are few
Safety for the soul
Peace for our rest
Warmth to hold the cold
Wishing all the best
The hot air of your breath
No longer whisper the words
That made me smile freely
You can’t buy happiness
© The Sad Owl
Categories: poetry
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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