Nails still chipped
cuticles still torn
a repetitive record of
how the days merge into
one another
*She has her heart and
there is no amount of
distance or darkness that
kidnaps this heart
and steals it back to her*
The world has taken her
into a territory she has met
with on several occasions and
still this rings of something
unknown, the first of love
*Listening she hears her name
playing a song in her mind
distracting her from all that
a simple day offers her and
dominates her every thought*
Biting her lips the blood
trickles out from an old scar
a war wound from her past
affairs.
*The taste of blood soothes her
like the bite of a lover
one she has yet to
taste.*
© Sia Jane
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
Nails still chipped
cuticles still torn
a repetitive record of
how the days merge into
one another
*She has her heart and
there is no amount of
distance or darkness that
kidnaps this heart
and steals it back to her*
The world has taken her
into a territory she has met
with on several occasions and
still this rings of something
unknown, the first of love
*Listening she hears her name
playing a song in her mind
distracting her from all that
a simple day offers her and
dominates her every thought*
Biting her lips the blood
trickles out from an old scar
a war wound from her past
affairs.
*The taste of blood soothes her
like the bite of a lover
one she has yet to
taste.*
© Sia Jane