Monday, October 12, 2009

Numb Funny

Every time I talk to you
My words run away
Like pieces of me
Toward you

As I deplete
What remains waits
Like crumbling foundations
What to do

When we part
There is stillness before
The world rushes back
Trying to drown this peculiar feeling
Posted by Cherrie at 12:14 AM

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