Three of these

by

Travis Ray Cole

In a glimpse of light,blinding
that dirty money against her clean skin
whispering to me
making me empty
lie until you forget
happiness from the hunger
gaining hope in losing thoughts
following moments
it seems only then
enough is not really enough
with a grip of metal
spending dawn in the sands
of an hour glass
when can I escape
a thousand candles in the dark night
melting my eyes
narrowing in
focus on nothingness
monitary happiness
feed into this
the dirty money only paper soiled with salavation
in the act of theft
stealing from her art
breaking the seal around the lining of a cloud
that could never exist
please remove the money from your breast
and if its warm and soft
unlike your kiss
if you run people like horses
if you dont care about anything
only want to win
and a handful of these relations
all inside a day
how could we ever be faithful again
never reminded of the guilt
sold on trained emptiness
everywhere there is answers
all wrong within.

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Why don't you look at Cry You to Life
by: Meriki Parkinson
from: Broulee, NSW, Australia

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