I spread the shreds of your heart1 along the shore2 and it leaks3 the endless ceaseless gore 4 the mirror to my soul5 spoke not of fear6 yet I can hear its steps7 its far too near8 I no longer have you 9 to lean on10 and you tell me11 let bygones be bygones12 how might one heal13 a wound so deep14 its bottom is intangible?15 I do not deny my weakness16 in the presence of your charm17 but your are nothing more to me18 then every source of harm19 so no, I do not want your arm20 do not spread your arm21 I do not want your arm22 I will just go back to my bed23 and dream of your heart24 reduced to shreds.25 |
In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing. Vincent Van Gogh
Friday, December 10, 2010
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