Softly, the whisper of memories
Flutter against my skin like silk.
The angels of my soul tread across
The fragile, broken ground of my heart.
Pain, like a cold blade against
Tender skin, blossoms under my *******
A void that cannot be filled
Like a vortex of sorrow.
The maelstrom of your passion
Consumed me so fully
That even breathing brought on the vertigo of agony.
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 3:16 AM UTC
Softly, the whisper of memories
Flutter against my skin like silk.
The angels of my soul tread across
The fragile, broken ground of my heart.
Pain, like a cold blade against
Tender skin, blossoms under my *******
A void that cannot be filled
Like a vortex of sorrow.
The maelstrom of your passion
Consumed me so fully
That even breathing brought on the vertigo of agony.
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