Tuesday, March 15, 2011

( Even if you Say it's not )

An intrinsic liquid jolt
            Down the spine
before you said goodbye

Falling paces thumping
            out of time
I felt you then
            now all is dim

Salt shards away porcelain
            damask, hard now
lost in melting glass

Love was your lie
            the soft beating winds
shallow cuts just below skin

I felt you always
            you’re still there
they eat me whole
            without care

Beating hearts
            rip apart
in the shallow cockles
            of your deceits

The child cried, no hope
            of being satisfied. feel
[omitted]  just before I died

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