Below the blood red moon, yellow door is slamming shut and pebbles are thrown against the windows of her room. Can one ever truly understand ones desire for true love? Can one ever simply turn away? I promise...I promise... Oh but the long of her back as she sat upon the bed, the sheets at her side and her hair fallen Down...promises broken... What is love? Is it lust disguised or is it a feeling of resignation towards emotional rollercoaster tours? No more, no more, no more dark rooms and smoke stained clothing. No more, no more, hypnotic perfumes pulling me towards a majestic vistas of her skin and her beautiful feminine absurdity. A view through a window, she is sitting alone upon a bed, with white sheets and her hair is fallen upon her shoulders... Oh well... @photo_lab_app #photo_lab_app #poetsofinsta #writersofinstagrampoetry #poemsociety #evepoetry #poetrygroup #writersclub#artofpoets #poemsoftheday #spilledpoetry #virtualopenmic #openmicpoetry #artiscollab #artandcultureglobal #poetrycommunity #cafewriting #cafedailyprompts #Freddyzalta ©2019 ftrain PublicationsInstagram

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