Both Eyes Shut Mouth Opened

He slept each night on his wrinkled pillow
and woke up each day with a heavy heart
In his chest he kept the memory of his love
but his mind struggled to find peace in lust

Empty bottles were standing on the corner
some were dusty but the smell is still strong
She had been gone but her scent wouldn't go
it embraced him each night with unseen arms

Still lying on his bed he looked down to his feet
yet something in between distracting his sight
He moved his hand slowly to his source of lust
beyond his consciousness he began to enjoy it

He couldn't remember the last time he copulated
haven't done it enough or have done it too much
And after some time he managed to wet his sheet
but his heart remained as dry and heavy as before

Written by: Me
Disclaimer: I don't own the picture