domingo, 5 de fevereiro de 2012

Restless



Restless pillow
heartless chest
fills with woe
deep and compressed.
Doesn't make a sound
just a gentle thump
keeping me bound
to this same dump
people call world.
Broken heart beats
for past memories
walking the streets
spewing ambiguities
I want to keep within
anonymous and safe
but they rip my skin
and they enchafe
the way I should!
But I am helpless.
I would if I could...
but I am spineless
and the fear rules.
This unbeating heart
was taken by fools...
But from the start
it was your own
and yours alone.

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