70824, Her skin... Posted by eclipsedInI, Mon Oct-29-07 04:28 PM
it smelt of things unsaid
Her small hands, as if beds
heated cheeks against them, I beg
But a whisper is all that's heard, s'all I could muster up from an empty chest
Most of my things stored there are gone
Haven't gotten around to shopping in some time
Much rather keep throwing out what's old, those things that don't serve me no mo'
Un-learn what's been etched into my skin
Eyes looking past mine, heart beating fully divine, in time with rythms off beat yet on-time
I feel almost inclined to wait and figure this out
This strange place I've been placed
through no fault of mine...................
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