seXual SchiZophrenia



Meet me until morning, when the sun shows truth and guilt takes over.
Meet me under cover, where the air is sweaty and hearts are colder.
Meet me after midnight, when the skin is burning and tunes are shouting.
Meet me as you are comming, because you have me and need nothing.
Meet me one and only, with a peaced soul and your eyes overflown.
Meet me before vomiting, without whisky flares and hurting hands.

And you'll never get to know me,
And you'll never get to touch me,
And you'll never make me come,
And you'll never get to see me,
But you'll have had your fun.

Schizophrenia...

But I'll have heard my name being wishpered,
But I'll have felt my skin being caressed,
But I'll have had my orgasm out mutely,
But I'll have been looked at as a mistress,
And I'll have given myself to beauty.

Meet me until night, when the moon tells lies and truth shuts up.
Meet me over duvets, where the smoke is heavy and minds are ready.
Meet me before midnight, when the soul is quiet and tunes are silent.
Meet me as you collapse, because you don't have me and don't need that.
Meet me and every other, without troubled heart and your eyes rolled.
Meet me after drinking much, with parfumed smell and loving hands.





Poetry by emily chambers
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Written on 2007-10-22 at 20:48

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Enjoyed the journey through these words and the subtlety of the truth within them.
2007-10-22