Jan 2016
You've ripped my heart in two,
Half of me will remain with you.
I will wonder half empty
Until I'm still, and even then I can only feel,
half full.
This perjury of love has yet to be understood. Holding these Acute symptoms while stepping forward.
I now understand surgery can only be done with my own two hands when Two steps back only arrested my cardiac.
Half of me will remain with you.
I will wonder half empty
Until I'm still, and even then I can only feel,
half full.
This perjury of love has yet to be understood. Holding these Acute symptoms while stepping forward.
I now understand surgery can only be done with my own two hands when Two steps back only arrested my cardiac.
The dawning of subconscious
In progress
I Woke up with the words of this poem on my lips, It was a cold January morning beneath the pomegranate trees.
In progress
I Woke up with the words of this poem on my lips, It was a cold January morning beneath the pomegranate trees.
