Friday, March 5, 2010

with a wishful whisper

grasping at sand
this dark hole
this empty being
this cold lifeless soul
I see your eyes
the one I hurt

again, again surely again
the tears will make play
with a kind wipe of your porcelain skin
I walk with the last taste of you
away

with foot drug pace I am pulled where I belong
into myself
alone

passed from my lips
with a wishful whisper
again your name

love
has lost me

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