Wasteand Poem by Black Mendilouche

Wasteand

Sterile heart, a husk of tough love;
tangled in sheets of desire,
yet hesitantly hoping for something more.

In need of stimulation,
a simulation of love sufficient unto the day
that the real deal reveals itsself.

Bruised, abused, used - yesterday's news!
Blue as an iceburg yet melting more slowly.

06 March 2010

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