Tuesday, November 18, 2014

toasting

Gold glitters and secrets are exciting.
Her flesh looks soft, comfortable, hopeful and inviting.
A woman's love cannot control a man's.
Truth is just a story you crafted to cover up all your plans.
Love was not enough to save you, to lure you back to land.
You set out to sea, my dear, while alone I toasted on the sand.

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