Immortal. seeming to fall the breeze knocks me on my knees and I can't control the feeling I get when you're near seems like we're standing at the edge of the world all the thoughtless cares and silent interruptions exist only in the dead warmth of our hands that summer pale blue eyes sink... they sink into soft embers of sleep and as I try to keep my head your breathing comes out slowly and my lips become dreary they ache for the birth of awakening I yearn for your pallid irises to open and bring my smile back to life resurrect this feeling we used to have the one we still have... ...decaying in our bones. tear away at your skin and I'll break away at the marrow release yourself by imprisoning me in your heart it's the only place I want to be. immortal. |
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Immortal
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