Bleeds my hands
and tears my heart
My soul is crushed
by the desire unfulfilled
I tremble with it
I cry out in agony
my breath, like the wind
rushes out
passion dissipates to sorrow
my tears burn on my cheek
for things unrequited
death an agony close to pleasure
this an agony close to death
posted by F.G. Shaw @ 2:57 PM
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