Friday, April 15, 2011

Desert Flower

Sealed my lips
With your kiss

Tapped my heart
Vaccinated bliss

Cosmetic smiles, exchange.
We sting effortlessly
In close range.

A battle against two souls,
Too afraid to capture what they desire.

The same thing collapsed under a porcelain cup.

Drive, goodbyes, separate ways.
Feelings run - in hideaways.  

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