Pain
My
fingers run up and down
In a frenzy -
They are pensive, pale,
The nails are blue
In sickening grief,
I continue the search.
In a frenzy -
They are pensive, pale,
The nails are blue
In sickening grief,
I continue the search.
Centuries
ago on a dull night
I had kissed your lips with my thoughts,
You had internalized
The crystals of yearning -
From one moon to the next and
Left me vacant.
I had kissed your lips with my thoughts,
You had internalized
The crystals of yearning -
From one moon to the next and
Left me vacant.
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