Graving up murmurs upon memories whispering in the midnight hour, valiant until the end. Gust upon a lover’s lingering word, a threshold never before exhume from the heartache heart. Throbbing its sting filled thorns, immerse attentively of inner torment.
Rolling off the tip of my tongue subduing words running blank. Words with no formative information, none of logical however, scattered appose to a collective ocean of sea stars laced with the purity of sentiment heartthrob.
The tears I forbid to faucet, longing its wait to tackle the trenches of my eyelids, a formal of treason to my logicality. A betrayal of my own emotion absently crumbling every tangent of my body, devouring everything in its channel, I have nothing left offer.
My lips famine barricades with eternal thirst for love the being that would salvage me from the battlefield and salve my tremors of emotions.
 Panda Dumpster · Thu Dec 06, 2007 @ 08:22pm · 0 Comments |
