Pierce my heart August 14, 2009
Posted by jewaira in Poetry.trackback
pierce
my heart.
the poetry
stops.
twisted.
garbled emotions
bleed
soak my skin
with anxiety.
clutching
at whispers
threadbare
echoes
of lavender fields
and scent of summer
with you,
coming to an end
so soon.
Pierce
We are blood brothers.
nicely put. take care brother.
the twisted
poetry pierces.
with you,
garbled emotions
bleed
lavender fields,
clutching
at whispers
threadbare
echoes
of summer’s
scent.
soak my heart.
come to an end.
anxiety stops. garbled
emotions come
to an end
so soon.
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