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7.27.2011

Pieces


Its late, I cant sleep... forgive the weight.




I stare into naked light
somewhere my heart can not coexist
I want to be free from his part of me
the part where you and I used to be
forgive me my love
for you stole a piece of my being
the part that loved
the open bright eyed girl
the one that believed
I tried to drowned you away
cold unbearable nights I lay and cry
and still you let my innocence die...
circumstantial love is all you've become


Pieces of the puzzle, for what braille will become






B

1 comment:

Shaylynn;) said...

beautiful and raw, B.