Tuesday, January 4, 2011

High - Pitch - Love



You rub against the broken walls,
Of my fragmented feelings,
This friction began to flow,
Into my sinless silent nerves,
Bleeding in high pitch,
These thoughts of you,
Poisoned me with “love”,
Burning me alive in the depths,
Of you eluding to melt in me,
Beyond the walls, into the veins!

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