Skeleton of love

by DarkLight   Mar 24, 2016


Her whispers,
like midnight winds
calling.
Always knowing what to say
to break me down to her needs.
If only I could recreate the moment and the hour we met,
to relive the times when I knew not love,
bury this skeleton of love you became obsessed with..

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Shanky - good heavens, man, you've ruined this radiant love I was so in awe of with this write!

    It seems (if indeed it is a follow on) things didn't work out quite the way they could have. And how often is this the case with beguiling beauties - wretched women, all! lol
    It seems you have been used and 'broken down' to her needs and she wasn't what she promised to be from 'afar' (your sensation piece).

    When things go bad like this, we so want to be able to turn the clock back to a time when it was good - in this case, to 'the hour (you) met. What is particularly sad about that line is that it suggests every time after that was never quite so beguiling.

    Sad and emotional piece, Shanky, especially after reading 'Sensation'

    All the very best
    Ben

    • 8 years ago

      by DarkLight

      Ben, yes....it is a sequel of sensation.
      Truly not every shiny is gold.