Erika Conti

He Hurts - Poem by Erika Conti

Aesthetically perfect
Lustfully alive-
joyfully wild
he smells like wet wood
he looks like autumn
He hurts.
His eyes are dry
and his heart emptyMy best friend we'll
hold our hands forever-
wipes my tears away my lover_
while we walk under
these trees_

Will I be your
precious little girl
until the last day?

Comments about He Hurts by Erika Conti

  • Aranthabailu Ummar (8/2/2012 6:45:00 AM)

    our posters are blank
    viewer can estimate any opinion
    but dares to look into
    we look for a colourful bird and gets only black and white
    nice to you

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 27, 2011

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