Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The thing of it is, I'm beating my head against the wall of your heart. How do you not notice? Not hear? Because I am bruised.

The days weeks months years of our friendship seem to have done nothing to open your eyes and heart.

My soul quiet poet essence doesn't seem to touch anything invisible in you. My hand may be on your chest, but it will never touch your heart.

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