Saturday, June 4, 2011

Untitld (for now)

I am lost amongst
the flakes
of this new year's
aches
no one hears
the heart's call
for my smile is so small
and cannot part the lips
to liberate the words
your thoughts cover up your ears
you cannot hear
no one hears
the heartbeat's call
the words imprisoned by a smile
too small
yet indestructible wall
of despair
the need of you needs air
the need of you is deeply in need
for a spot
where you and I
can meet
where your thought
is my thought and my thought
doesn't bleed.

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