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By twinkle Date: 2003 May 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.03.23.50.20318]] |
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the words you spoke to me in the past remain branded on my love, steaming and reckless and staying, as herds in my heart. the secret of your words is where i was unclothed i was unburied, to be buried, by the petals of your lips, by the pink rainstorm spilling from your pen i traveled in quiet through christmas and spring. your kindness becoming dusty, reclining in my attic like love letters of the past. i dared not venture there in the dark this afternoon i read your heart on strange pages, your love split wide for her. (songs once mine belong to someone else) i could not bear it i flew shattered in small glass pieces on the desk i was waiting still for you one touch of your words fallen from the night and i am naked on the soil your heart branded on my skin and i am scarred. i am, after so many carefully guarded hours, still trapped by the piercing heat of your shadow. |