| | "choking on nothing
it's clear in my head
and i'm screaming for something
knowing nothing is better than knowing it all
on my own" - the used, on my own
these rooftops are so empty
now - the starless nights so dull,
a colorless, thoughtless void in my mind-
"truly" means nothing at all.
our words litter on paper like thoughts
run through my head, and actions
desecrate a stretched, white canvas;
reveals a fatal, physical attraction.
memory- a slight brush of palm,
never remembers the gesture as well
as the touch itself, will not do justice
to the meanings of movement that dwell.
the words 'you' and 'I' never sounded
so wrong, but so right.
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| | Posted 9/6/2007 5:05 PM - 24 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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