Am I pierced? Was my heart gored?
And I didn't feel it, only saw the blood
trickling down in telltale patterns
trailing forgotten words and kisses
So this is love?
Don't like it; don't care for its pathos
its blood, seeping through armours
dipped in poison, aired in storms
reeking with stunned expectations
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-04-30 14:32:24
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