One could only adore the combination the beautiful word "our" creates.
Like a bonding,
like meaning,
attempting to seal everything within the body of cement.
Placing strings and emotions through an electrical current,
hoping to only survive the storm.
Wishing to carve away the nervousness,
the insecurities,
and to lock everything else away underneath the skin.
To be inside the "our".
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 10:52 AM UTC
One could only adore the combination the beautiful word "our" creates.
Like a bonding,
like meaning,
attempting to seal everything within the body of cement.
Placing strings and emotions through an electrical current,
hoping to only survive the storm.
Wishing to carve away the nervousness,
the insecurities,
and to lock everything else away underneath the skin.
To be inside the "our".
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