A match strikes not for limbo
But for tepid coruscations to warm a soul.
By assumption she is not her own.
The quintessence of a life when received--
A curio to collect dust and fissure.
What will you do
with a heart that is not your own?
Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
A match strikes not for limbo
But for tepid coruscations to warm a soul.
By assumption she is not her own.
The quintessence of a life when received--
A curio to collect dust and fissure.
What will you do
with a heart that is not your own?
Please comment! I would love to hear feedback both positive and critical.
