Saturday, August 25, 2012
Without, Within
No trace of your touch remains on my skin
Nowhere left in my hair that you hands have lingered
All of you is removed from me
All that's left now is this lightness of breath
An odd determination to live with my heart split open
A voice (of you) that urges me on, go on, don't stop, don't look back
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Only those broken beyond repair know the beauty of life pouring straight through a raw wide open heart.
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