Outlandish evermore
Nourished by your
remembrance
framed by your
fragility
or maybe by
my own.
Love long sought after
but forever unrequited
like a flame in a steam-
operated motor, directing
my decisions, eliminating
inhibitions and authorizing
garish frivolity and
gregarious laughter.
This onesidedness
camouflages the introvert
accentuates the disinhibited
the inner femme fatale lon
considered non-existent.
It devours one personality
only to feed another.
Then it all blows up
in my lustful face
and I fight, I fight
the fire with fire,
passion anguish, ire.
Quickly surrounded,
enveloped, engulfed
then consumed
because that’s what
witches do.
They burn.
remembrance
framed by your
fragility
or maybe by
my own.
Love long sought after
but forever unrequited
like a flame in a steam-
operated motor, directing
my decisions, eliminating
inhibitions and authorizing
garish frivolity and
gregarious laughter.
This onesidedness
camouflages the introvert
accentuates the disinhibited
the inner femme fatale lon
considered non-existent.
It devours one personality
only to feed another.
Then it all blows up
in my lustful face
and I fight, I fight
the fire with fire,
passion anguish, ire.
Quickly surrounded,
enveloped, engulfed
then consumed
because that’s what
witches do.
They burn.
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| Auteur: Zo Gezegd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 januari 2013 | ||
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