You don't love me... I have never appealed to you...
Was never your type...
And my hard eyes annoy you, my darling...
I'm too dark for you. And too coarse -
And my white teeth have such a brutal shine
And my bloody lips are so terribly like sickles.
Ah, what you say -
Yes you are really right. I set you... free.
... And early in the morning I am going to an ocean
That is blue and eternal...
And lie on the beach...
And play with a smile on my face, until a death grabs me,
With sand and sun and with a white
Slender bitch.
Pathos
Alfred Lichtenstein
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Poem topics: I love you, beach, dark, death, ocean, smile, sun, blue, play, eternal, face, hard, morning, early, shine, love, never, white, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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