uh, yeah something of a love poem which i don't usually to approach. brought about by a conversation with english summer rain. yeah cilla, hello.

the tongue linking back years
managed to puncture my heart.
the notion of falling apart.

curtains behind which words shake
in an iris of unfamiliarity. it
is the connection she craves

the warmth, the length of
distance falling into love
guages. the familiar junction

with all the different people.
like a bird, never want to
be held down

she can taste the pool
of love sinking in her mind,

but she'll push away
because true love cannot
possibly be for her

amd even before she opens
her eyes, she knows

there won't be anyone
waiting there for her