Black Out

Black Out

A Poem by Emilia Cole

Lust and love

Heated rasps of breath

Words of secret comforts

Something meant only for them

Kissing turns heated

Your not very sure you are perfect

But I'm going black 

And don't want to stop

We''ll wake up in the morning 

You'll be gone 

While I sit 

And think

Heh... 

I guess it couldn't have been that great a time if I can't remember a damn thing about you

© 2017 Emilia Cole



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This was a different piece, I feel like a secret is creeping out of your heart

Posted 11 Months Ago


Emilia  Cole

11 Months Ago

Nah I'm just a terrible person but still haven't done anything...anything mentioned came from the fa.. read more
Oddly sexual. A few grammatical errors, and one of the lines doesn't make sense. Otherwise, I'm not entirely sure what to grasp from this piece. Perhaps I just don't get it. Do you mind elaborating on the meaning behind this?

Posted 11 Months Ago


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Emilia Cole

Clayton,Watertown, NY



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