Sp

Sp

Δευτέρα 14 Μαρτίου 2011

Partings

Louder than my beating heart
Drums and sticks,a band,a bang
All the pieces I become
All the closures I demand

 All your words,dancing in Vain
ticking while tricking,
seducing tones near your tongue
breath in and out,comfort and doubt,
begin,begone,a torn,your turn.

It's in the situation
I see it in your eyes
It's in the expectation
I squeeze my words and lie

I spell my sins, a spell within
And all this mumble,a colored bubble,Ready to pop.

My movements drop,shaking my hope so,so slowly, steady,holy
Renounce you,my "love me" only.

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