Isolation
breeds these ill
thoughts I nourish
with no intent
nor consciousness.
I bore my mind
and my heart
with hope and trust.
Yet still I remain.
Through touch we fell into,
never too far,
for I became comforted.
Was it not mutual?
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
Isolation
breeds these ill
thoughts I nourish
with no intent
nor consciousness.
I bore my mind
and my heart
with hope and trust.
Yet still I remain.
Through touch we fell into,
never too far,
for I became comforted.
Was it not mutual?
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