So. I got bored, and wrote this. Enjoy:) The wick on each candle slowly comes to halt, You feel so at fault. You hear her softly mutter words, That never really register. But always pinpoint, Your severed ego. And find a way, To mutilate your heart. Her soft breath on your neck, The soothing silence, While she feels so warm. And your unspoken thoughts. Drown down. Along with her love. Because you cant speak, Because your breath, Covers up false truth. And coughs out real blood. Her body comes closer, And she reaches her hand out. She touches your hand. You grasp hers. She anchors her arms, Inside of your heart. A heart you try making real, but just cant. Because your life, is a broken mask. And you mean your words Just as realistically, as you felt her love.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Jun 2014 05:06:47 +0000
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