Holding your hand. Our fingers inter twined. In a knot of emotions. My eyes fixed on you. And all the freckles on your arms. I caught your eye. Staring.. Not at me but at the next man. A replacement for me. I guess to fill your void of love. And to create the void for me. Our hands unlock for the last time. Leave me again. We both know you will. I was cold beside you. Like that flame of love that has finally burned out. -Sickness
Posted on: Sat, 31 Aug 2013 07:44:01 +0000
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