-i long for you
like gasps of air
in an enclosed space
while in a fetish fit
-i am getting gone without you
like writing on a paper
little by little
erased by fire
my blood turns black
by every half of a second
-i am unmoved as you take steps
the brown circle of a cloud
on my face, tells me that
like a tear
you have drifted from the embrace
of my eye
*this pen should stop running on paper
because it should write
of you and me
together
love is what is left at the end of the day.
From: melbourne, victoria, Australia
About me: i'm a wanderlust and a warrior of life. i have hordes of nomads and soldiers waiting to wander this sometimes barren and sometimes lush landscape of my head. i send them forth. they are my words. my weapon of choice: purple prose
posted by ciggy at 4:55 PM