these sweet feelings are acrid thoughts a melody that stops my heart and binds my tongue a hate for what feels perfect begs for destruction my dark glasses shade glassy eyes but mouths that do not speak may but tell too much.
08/10/2009
Posted on 08/19/2009Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
Wow. Such love, such pain. It flows well, like a song when I read it aloud.
