Salty is every morning
that I wake up
Salty are the raindrops
running black from my make up.
Salty is the river
when I dip my head under
Salty sweet water,
natures' most tortured wonder.
Salty is my laughter,
living in a tragic comedy
Salty, my mouths' corners
While I watch it play in front of me.
Salty is the taste of our kiss
because our love is harmful to us
And yet our bodies cannot resist
Two souls, both driven by lust.
Salty bed when I close my eyes at night
Salty dreams pouring out of my mind
Salty shoes, as I hug my knees tight
salty is the thread
colored red through my Life.
13/03/21
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PoetryEmotions, thoughts and moments of my life, captured in poetry. Some are pretty dark, others pretty and light. Some about love, and some about hate. I use this as therapy, so welcome to my world. Most in english some in german. **Trigger warning: r...
