Forgotten

I forgot her

Damn It!

I did wrong.

Now she is gone

I gave her a painting

She left with my poetry

I have done no good

I scarred myself forever

Forever I am damned!

I threw myself in a cave

Sealed my soul

After pouring out my cum!

I remember squeezing her breasts

In a shower I took

I remember squeezing her ass

In the bed I destroyed

But now I forgot her

Damn It!

And now I am homeless

Without her I am dead.

With her I am a lie.

Today is no different

For she is still at my knees.

From the magazine shelf

To the soul music

She is a memory

Of tiger hood

And overalls

But I have died

I forgot her.

What can I say?

But I am dead today?

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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