Wednesday, November 5, 2008

empty me



I held my lover
then he broke
I scratched and clawed
until he broke
I held on tight
and squeezed the life
and then there was
nothing.

and all at once I heard them screaming
flocks of birds in sympathy....

I'm holding mist
holding rain
I danced alone
in the rain
soaking wet
I might dissolve
til all remains
are empty.

©lesservoice2008
 
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