Oh, by the by — oh my
how i wept upon a sigh
gently flowing on my side/
knowing emptiness within
my mind\ Oh, by the by —
creating worlds within my
lonely mind — never touching
tender female skin: always
kissing empty spaces and
aching to die.
Oh, my.
When death comes. A deep
comfort.
:: 10.14.2020 ::
Oh, my.
When death comes. A deep
comfort.
:: 10.14.2020 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 