journal of a dreamer
Wednesday, 29 February 2012
phone call
i was
| THIS |
close to calling you.
knowing i'd hear your voice in thirty seconds.
that throaty laugh
i love
.
it was too close. way too close.
ink
the back of a woman; elegant, flawless, and fair.
will i be taking away it's beauty with ink? the only place left unscarred.
truth: i'm scared shitless.
pilot
your warships are lying, off the coast of this
delicate heart.
and your aim is steady and true, as its been right from the start.
------
naked; vulnerable.
i surrender.
you are triumphant, victorious over my heart.
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