Sunday, December 14, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
ocassionally, I write
spin me around faster,
tell me there's nothing left to lose
rid me of my senses
give me something I can't choose
match our heart beats to words unspoken
your breath is my attention
your lies will leave me empty in time
no expectations,
no disappointment
tell me there's nothing left to lose
rid me of my senses
give me something I can't choose
match our heart beats to words unspoken
your breath is my attention
your lies will leave me empty in time
no expectations,
no disappointment
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