The morning after
Of virgin passports, and canceled plans,
A broken heart, and empty cans,
The waking dreams; tempting fans,
That rope, lost hope,
Infinite scope, was it just dope?
A choked throat, in venomous air,
Glued eyes at that skin so fair,
I screamed and begged, did you care?
Blurry vision behind the long hair.
Dark lungs, darker thought,
Lost all battles that I fought,
Love is just what I sought,
In arid lands, amidst emotional drought.
I bared my soul, yet all you saw,
Was just another tool,
Of a deranged fool.
Your eyes gleamed and lips dried,
At the nakedness my heart cried,
The deeper I plunged,
Shallower I felt,
Suddenly, it shrank,
As I flinched, swallowed my pain,
It was time to rise again.