Fake Bitch Bipolar
Loveless
Then was different
Of different hue
And music.
The eyes spoke
Of liquid love
The leathery skin
A graveyard of memories.
There are holes
Where were pools.
Eyelashes flutter
Like bat's wings
Embers of selfness
Still smoulder
Unreturned love
Yet another cover
For bruised ego.
(The poem is mine; the picture has originally been uploaded by loveless blues on Flickr
Then was different
Of different hue
And music.
The eyes spoke
Of liquid love
The leathery skin
A graveyard of memories.
There are holes
Where were pools.
Eyelashes flutter
Like bat's wings
Embers of selfness
Still smoulder
Unreturned love
Yet another cover
For bruised ego.
(The poem is mine; the picture has originally been uploaded by loveless blues on Flickr
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