Tuesday, 8 April 2014

burnout

her hair drapes her face
sweat dripping from her chin
those marble eyes are sad tonight

yet her cheeks remain high
her lips draw a smile
they heed not to the blur that is her world
the crowd sways by
she moves with it
heart racing for more
aching inside
wanting that next time

her hair is tangled now
she smiles no more
his grunts move her
she knows not who he is
where hes from
just where he is


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