infused for merely much
you did touch me lightly
like a brooch you hung on my chest like a
diamond
yes young man like a diamond to my chest you did cling
but not to my heart
a representaion of your stunning eyes
my mind has stopped
as the story sinks in
of one sided forgotten hours
sipping on wine in dusty corners that will never be cleaned
your thoughts still lay drunk in that broken room which belongs to me
a room I never go in, but every now and then will acknowledge its exsistence
your thoughts sit and wait for me to open the door
so mine could meet yours
but I never will
as kind as your hand may be I cant accept to hold it
for I would be causing you more pain if I did
I feel how your sad patience turns into anger every so often
and I hear the screaming in my head
but I cant control what I dont feel
forgive me
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:42 PM UTC
infused for merely much
you did touch me lightly
like a brooch you hung on my chest like a
diamond
yes young man like a diamond to my chest you did cling
but not to my heart
a representaion of your stunning eyes
my mind has stopped
as the story sinks in
of one sided forgotten hours
sipping on wine in dusty corners that will never be cleaned
your thoughts still lay drunk in that broken room which belongs to me
a room I never go in, but every now and then will acknowledge its exsistence
your thoughts sit and wait for me to open the door
so mine could meet yours
but I never will
as kind as your hand may be I cant accept to hold it
for I would be causing you more pain if I did
I feel how your sad patience turns into anger every so often
and I hear the screaming in my head
but I cant control what I dont feel
forgive me
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