Late night walking empty streets, staring at the concrete A bare ***** human skull stripped from all its meat, hanging from the tree branch like an apple on an apple tree Should have kept walking, empty, staring at the concrete
I'm not in love... not even a little but I want to be in love so badly. My heart aches to feel that kiss; that breath of life that we poets call love in an awed whisper. But... Love refuses The hole to in my show heart her face. So my heart is has a hole in it. a Q u e s i o n.
