soft talking.
my whispers made you ache in the night.
endless poetry decided to die.
every phrases that kill yet cut you deep all night.
sentences like vines squeezing your heart tight.
smooth nouns heavens in bounds as you wanted a bite.
as you got off the ride.
leaving me brisky cold in the night.
my touch just lingering.
my kiss left the air.
my cologne grew faint.
my empty promises they all wished to not hear.
yet I was a player.
a player that couldn't stop.
a player who left girls wanting to one made me stop.
yet they didn't know I didn't wish to live.
tortured by dreams.
nightmares I wish would go away.
yet I die every night over and over again wishing the five out of the nine of you would stay.
yet another dreams of me every night and day.
©darkdeity
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