Saturday, March 19, 2011

Contemplating Loss

Breathing I can feel it.
I can want it.

Lust, breathing in and out in pain.

Nothing to hold onto, I may shatter if I do not.

Evening shall come, sooner or later.

Brisk air, neon pink sunset.

I will cry in your arms, I will give in to what you ask.

Because this world is ending,
No point in waiting anymore.

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