Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower

"I love you I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you my responsibility has found a place, beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words."


Emotions are slippery things.
Always furtively sidling away,
melting into the background,hiding in shrouded corners.
I cannot apprehend what I am trying to tell myself.
So please let me know when you've stopped deviating.
Stability, if nothing else, would be good for the mind.
And insanity is somewhat unflattering.

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