*Darkness cracked by the beam of
my halogen lamp, the glow illuminates
the emptiness within the night.*
*The blood drips from the ***** of
my fingertip, creating the shape of
a distorted rose on the dusty table.*
*The tip of my tongue stings
from the poignant taste of acrimony;
the depth of tender thoughts muted.*
*The words I desperately need remain
hidden within the convolution; speechless,
the silence wreaks havoc on my eardrums.*
*My pen is dry, the ink evaporated
from the inconsistent flow of diction;
these infatuations longing to touch the paper.*
There is nothing so, I quietly wait.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
*Darkness cracked by the beam of
my halogen lamp, the glow illuminates
the emptiness within the night.*
*The blood drips from the ***** of
my fingertip, creating the shape of
a distorted rose on the dusty table.*
*The tip of my tongue stings
from the poignant taste of acrimony;
the depth of tender thoughts muted.*
*The words I desperately need remain
hidden within the convolution; speechless,
the silence wreaks havoc on my eardrums.*
*My pen is dry, the ink evaporated
from the inconsistent flow of diction;
these infatuations longing to touch the paper.*
There is nothing so, I quietly wait.
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