Category : Poems
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The Lover, As The Whore
My authority yield to temptation
In finding forever in your arms,
For there is no ending, but to keep waiting
And to become accustomed to harm.
Maybe it’s the way that you remind me
That you have yet to fall out of love
Each time you mention his name-and blindly
Fervor occurs-when eyes reflect stars above.
Maybe one day you’ll say my name the same.
Until the day where my name has value,
Keep me as the sunshine in your pocket,
Though naked eyes witness rays of blue
As I drown in the scent of your perfume.
I don’t know who I am anymore-
Loving myself is a choir
And my only wealth is the coin I drop
To become the lover as the whore.