Thursday, April 16, 2009

Go Your Own Way

This silence kills me.
I feel you.
Breathe you.
Need you.
Want you.
I'm begging for some corruption.
Some profanity.
Some bliss.
It's wrong.
But it right.
It's strange,
But it's alright.
Touch me,
Hold me,
Love me,
Feel me,
See me,
Know me.

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