Sunday, January 1, 2012

Whispers

Just a rush of a heartbeat shudders soft stricken words past plush pouty lips. Full breaths taken to honey suckle sentences that didn't have a meaning before the heart began to shake the very foundations of the soul. A deep rush of fire flickered flames against a cast iron heart, seeking somewhere within it's depth to ignight the embers of passion lying deep beneath the surface.

Hope stains pretty against an alabaster olive cheek while tears pour mascara driven dreams down to shatter beneath booted feet. A rise of will against the dreams that echo in the  background of every coarse and rude word uttered.

The fog hangs heavy to every gasped breath, every strained word that rails shrapnel to walls of solid stone..

I see you. I feel you. I know you..

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