This web
Oh will it ever cease?
Please leave, yes leave my heart and soul.
A state of lies and hard deceit,
and in my mind - quiet horror.
That you are cold
Oh so cold.
I am so warm to feel, so eager.
You are but a pompous stupid child,
without feelings, pious bigot.
I won’t cry...these feelings – fly
Abandon, leave them like hot water
leaves pure white bathtub.
With a sigh, I will get up
some lilac lotion will rub
And drops will glisten on my skin
Descending to my wrists so thin.
Leave me
© Copyright: Athena, 2002
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