by Kloulessblond

Created on: August 15, 2009

Too many thoughtless things

Devious mysterious delerious

Spark heaved into dry dust

No lust left

Rest bent burnt

Dead to everyone awhile

I watch but never touch you still

Who knows where a hand could land if thick sleep glazed eyes flutter

Mouth that makes me happy moves

Soon that call I knew could come

Late like always

Answered by my yes

No one's mine like you are

I called you favorite mistake

Watched your face fall

Meant no harm

Only you can make me wonder

Just like I do you

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