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Damaged Goods

Raz

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That violet shade you love so much;
It's a bruise from where they dropped me to see how much I'd cry.

And the way that scar runs along my arm, the way you touch it with sex in mind;
That's only because you never saw it opened and bleeding.

I only fascinate you because your heart was never broken;
My eyes weren't always this deep, you know.

That wisdom you respect isn't mine, it's stolen from a dozen different coffins that you've never seen.




Everybody loves damaged goods.
 
Raz said:
I only fascinate you because your heart was never broken;
My eyes weren't always this deep, you know.

...

Everybody loves damaged goods.

Baby, don't I know it... feeling like this more and more lately, and getting rather cynical about it too.

Thank you for writing this. I love you.

- Your BL Main Gal, |{elle xxx
 
This poem is what I could term beautifully cynical, it seems to exude a mature kind of sadness and wisdom. Certainly it is a very poignant and wonderful poem to read. :)

Lovely but sad work. Definately one to be proud of.

-plaz out-
 
Raz said:
That violet shade you love so much;
It's a bruise from where they dropped me to see how much I'd cry.

And the way that scar runs along my arm, the way you touch it with sex in mind;
That's only because you never saw it opened and bleeding.

I only fascinate you because your heart was never broken;
My eyes weren't always this deep, you know.

That wisdom you respect isn't mine, it's stolen from a dozen different coffins that you've never seen.




Everybody loves damaged goods.

Fuck me talk about being floored!! great post. This brings so many things to mind it would take to long to type. WOW just WOW
 
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