| Uzraku vecpantiņu |
Sep. 26th, 2015|04:56 pm |
Violence.
When did we climb two different walls?
Heartbeats leaving stains
Of red and thunder. Buried under roaring waves.
It's okay for hearts to break.
Silence.
Crumpled notes hidden between the books.
I'm happy, sad, angry, cold.
Still
Alone.
I'm irrelevant.
I'll be by your side
When you crack and split in the wind.
The scent still lingers.
A memory of snowswept tide.
In this dream
My heart won't break |
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