Poems from esomon2

Paramedic cry
I yearn for his smell. His voice. His touch. Lights and sirens, this is my paramedic cry. My wishbone throbs.  “I’m having chest pains”, I...
And i swore i wouldn't love again
  You crept insideLike a deer in head lightsI was before you. And thenCrushed slowlyJerking aboutTo the beat of making loveI was fucked. ...