brave as the pavement watching you walk by, old tin cups rusty just to taste you. the wire how it hums in recollection of your voice, a poison pen unable to write your name thirsty. awkward mostly, and a rine how it savours every last breath. in and out mooments longing to long them more. -/+; i want a puddle over me daily.
she screams when i write to the sky, he on the other hand a life time by...
blinks change moodsets, smiles ignite the soul. touch creates a reprise, sadness ones eulogy. scent conquers the memory, lips steal breath. a pen the only strength, eyes take that strength away.
emptiness and fulfillment share one common thread.