Monday, February 23, 2009

Seperation Anxiety.

Tear me at the wrist from my lover,
never meant to be.
You never tasted the salty tears,
They fell into the pool of infinity.
Why must this go on?
Blind with my mouth sewn shut,
trying to find you.
Mangled and deformed,
this body of mine,
who will love it now?
Will you wrap your arms around me?
The barb wire bound around my eyes,
the thorns stab them, the blood stings them.
Why do you love me,
love me the way you do?
Why won’t you love me?

<3 Dil.

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