Title: Lurking
Lurking.
You are lurking in my mind.
I should be thankful that
you are not lurking in my bed.
Melancholy.
Deep, deep sadness.
It grips me in those moments
that you lurk into my mind.
Miserable.
I am so very miserable.
Your memories are making ripples
in oceans that are already wild.
Desirable.
Miserable desires.
No comments:
Post a Comment