Morgan Bodden

(06/16/1985 / Southeast, TX)

She Who Lacks His Touch


She who lacks his touch
She with lack of trust
Only to remain in dust

She who wants no luck
What she would give for lust
She with lack of trust

Her eyes have bled with time
Her life not to remain in line
What she would give for lust
She who lacks his trust

Her image has began to change
Her reflection is not the same
Her grip tightens on the brush
She with lack of trust

This anger can not remain
Something has to change
She who lacks his trust
What she will do for lust

The knife once used for peeling
Now lay under her pillow
Her presence will now be felt
She who lacks his trust

The time has come
The final dance begun
She gets his final touch
What she has done for lust

Submitted: Saturday, January 24, 2009

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