Life is pale, colors bleached from sight,
Rain sounds dreary unlike before.
I am drenched in black daily.
My struggles fade, waning light,
Once I used to run through the door,
A time where my lips sang 'baby'.
When these moments were oh so bright,
Love, fountain where I wanted more,
Where life appeared perfect, maybe.
Like a blown bulb no longer bright,
Ocean with no poetic shore,
Photo once beautiful now hazy.
Something that's tragic saps our might,
Loss of magic from days of yore,
Moments where you were forever my lady.
I close our book but hold it tight,
I don't know what I hold it for,
A dreamer or call me crazy.
~Ivory
O-Review
Beholder
Slave
Liquid Courage
Butterfly Ice
Come Between My Pages
Death of a Butterfly
Torturous Bliss
He said She said
Lie To Me
You
The Clown Princess of Sorrow
Harmonica Orgasm
Play-Write
Bondage Around the House
Whisper Orgasm
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