You know the the feeling
of inseparable grace
hand-in-hand with a sense
of apparent distaste.
I'm so sick of sorrow
skirted by unintentional affection.
Plus, you confuse the relation
between my heart and thought sensations.
I've never hurt worse
in such a short amount of time.
You'll never read this spiel,
but a silent thought is fine.
**** this thought of hope.
**** what I would like to see.
I was so full of accusations
that I forgot to breathe.
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 11:40 PM UTC
You know the the feeling
of inseparable grace
hand-in-hand with a sense
of apparent distaste.
I'm so sick of sorrow
skirted by unintentional affection.
Plus, you confuse the relation
between my heart and thought sensations.
I've never hurt worse
in such a short amount of time.
You'll never read this spiel,
but a silent thought is fine.
**** this thought of hope.
**** what I would like to see.
I was so full of accusations
that I forgot to breathe.
NBURNS 2010