I sit under shadowed trees and listen
to voices with no face
I drink the absence of your presence
ice drops flowing down without a trace
A doubt fly across my thoughts
like a raven from a grave
a doubt that I will take you,
again into my sacred space
a world without you is my morphine
where your words will never set
to muddy another’s innocence
no more cheeks burned and wet
I saw you eat your own
like a shark its siblings in the womb
I saw you the day you went to your prison
I saw it slowly become your tomb
sticks and stones, my dear
(c) 2018 Allen Wolfie Simpson
inspired by cruel intentions and dangerous liaisons
Oktober 3, 2018 at 2:05 nm
Ek is mal oor die Wolfie! ❤
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Oktober 3, 2018 at 2:07 nm
Dankie C! Geinspireer deur twee flieks genoem heel onder. My muse is lekker donker vandag hehehe
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Oktober 3, 2018 at 2:06 nm
Ag en ek LOVE jou foto hoor.
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Oktober 3, 2018 at 2:08 nm
Awwwww jy is sweet mwah x ❤ Dis ‘n bietjie gedokter om by my gedig te pas.
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Oktober 17, 2018 at 5:31 nm
Uitstekende metafore wat jy gebruik…mal oor dit
“I drink the absence of your presence”
Puik verwoord!!!
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Oktober 21, 2018 at 5:17 nm
Dankie heksie ❤
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