Heart is like puzzle with thousand of variety. You got your own shape, and I got mine. We just need to find the other side that match.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Your lips are the wet of my blood. Without them I bleed dust
Your voice, the rhythm of my heart. Without it my ventricles lay in silence
Your touch, the nerves of my fingertips. Without it I cannot feel
Your embrace, the light at my center. Without it I see only blackness
Come back to me soon and breathe life into this corpse for without you
there is nothing..
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