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.
blue
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