Sunday, 23 September 2012

Emotionless Addiction

He held her tight and promised her that he would never let her go.
He loved her more than life,
She meant the world to him.
But it wasn't true. It was an emotionless addiction.
Just like alcohol or cigarette.
Her attention was his soul, her touch was his lust.
He looked at her with greedy eyes,
She laid there so perfect.
Only if his promise was true,
She would have been by his side and not in the
Grave.

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