I wonder if you know
how much it hurt
to be buried in intuition.
pure, untaught knowledge
without a single doubt of feeling.
I lay before you like
your open palm,
waiting for you to grasp
the concept of my love.
instead you left,
like the tear escaping my eye
and rolling down my cheek.
t.m.v
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
I wonder if you know
how much it hurt
to be buried in intuition.
pure, untaught knowledge
without a single doubt of feeling.
I lay before you like
your open palm,
waiting for you to grasp
the concept of my love.
instead you left,
like the tear escaping my eye
and rolling down my cheek.
t.m.v
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