Kid (55)

Like a sweet kid

I felt inside, again,

Out of your void,

Outside your bubble,

Got together in trouble.

I hope it was not in vain…


Is this kid for real?

The one that was by my side,

All night; the one seal,

Made me feel like a bride.


And held my hand,

From dusk to dawn

Until the day broke,

Our play, foreplay.


The kid in me,

Has left your kid free.

And I am your toy…

Again, and again…


Until I don’t understand.

How did this kid end in the body of a man?

About madRaluk

Seven downward slopes Seven bloodied hopes Seven are your burning fires Seven your desires....

Posted on 6 July 2012, in descriere, madRaluk, poezie, text, Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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