Life never found

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emaalr
emaalr
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BYOW, There are no five star cathouses

Where was my heart when first my lips tasted wine?
Distracted perhaps by your smile?

What fateful laugh crossed my soul that day making me a marked man?

Now these many years gone by find me childlike, akin to an idiot in the ways of the world.

Borrowed kisses and satin spread legs that
close when the meter drops.

Interchangeable names spewed into the night
And whiskey soaked cash on tabletops
Breast fed delirium spills out on the floor
And we all know the words to the song
Reach in my pants for a few dollars more
Then come back and help make me strong

Love in cash increments it’s all for sale
And nothing is cheap but it’s still quite a steal
Just tell them your wishes
and they’ll cut you a deal
As life’s imitation replaces what’s real

Where was my soul when first I felt love?
Distracted perhaps by the slight of hand
taking place in my heart.

emaalr
emaalr
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GuiltyPleasureGuiltyPleasureover 16 years ago
Disillution.

Rather sad but well put. Regrets after a mis-spent youth?

Tess.

wildsweetonewildsweetoneover 16 years ago
poetry forum

i mentioned this poem in the New Poem Review thread in the Poetry Forum. please feel free to come along and join in with other poets. the 50% temperature rating i've given you is so that it does not affect future temp ratings. - wildsweetone.

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