The Mermaids

by Nora--(cancer) - Not entered

In the middle of this breath,
I think I can taste your 
flavor.
And it makes me a whore.
Because you're not mine.
In the middle of this poem,
I want you to read
my soul.
And it will make you a man.
Because you will take it 
that way.
In the middle of your heart,
I think I once saw a place,
for me.
And it made me feliz.
But it was a lie.
In the middle of this breath,
I think I'm slipping away.
That movie book,
was nice you know?
Won't you share the mermaids
with me sometime?
Taking a shower,
with your wife.
Taking a shower,
as I'm 
taking my life.
Won't you share those 
mermaids 
with me?
A
N
D
You selfish bastard.

Nora   5/12/98

Reason for writing:

    I wrote this poem for ANDY ( pay attention:)
he is my soulmate, but he is married now.
long story.    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-05-22 04:29:30
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:15
Poem ID: 49640

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