I'm Sold
The time has come my friends,
for stories to be told
for bridges to be sold
and hearts grow cold.
Dark caresses
between sweet fingers.
These smoke rings I blow
shatter the crisp clean air.
I am watching from above as my
body sings,
I am not sure how to feel
only because I've been honest with
myself for the first time in a long
while.
This time I do not want to push
him away.
He is different.
Careful but careless,
caring but not clingy.
I have known him a long time
and I always wondered what he
would taste like.
Good.
Sweet,
a little reckless
yes.
But
I'm still scared.
Rejection.
Children.
So many things could go wrong.
Where to now?
Forward probably.
Everything will be alright
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