Cleansing water
His lips are not the lips that kiss her when he kisses her.
His hands are not the hands that touch her when he touches her.
He is not the man who loves her when he loves her.
Once again,
as water washes the shame away,
she screams her sins in silence
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That’s depressing enough.
sad…
and good morning to you too!
beautifully written though….
thanks, darling 🙂
ay, Silvia, that _is_ sad …. and I guess too often too true too …
(on a more … upbeat note; you should really write “50 Reasons To Date A Graphical Designer”!)
But l did!! 🙂
Thing is, this was written with my sarcasm keyboard, meaning the things that should be an “impediment” are in fact… ” a plus!”
😛
Sad thing very few people saw it…
It is me that has to write those 50 reason, Pistolero.
Viva!
miau! 😀
So very sad. Haunting.
you are very good at what you do, m’lady!
tnx, darling 🙂