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Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Limbo for New Lovers
I can only say in this abyss of silence that it is your lips I miss.
I'd take all the ugly words away for just a drop of your kiss. I'd say Im sorry for this world we live in and the painful words that keep this once perpetual peace, now split.
I am walking on eggshells in my own mind, out of my head, separate from time. Just let me hear your voice again, i've counted the hours, remind me, remind me, remind me, you are mine. Not that any of this matters now. We've turned over a new piece of ourselves, and all is exposed, beating hearts and angry minds and fiery flesh. It is a rite of passage. Only now, I wonder if I will pass through it alone.
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