And I listen for the whisper of your sweet insanity, while I formulate denials of your effect on me. -APC
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Poetry
A bitter melody She sings to me. Promises of life and laughter, Oaths she'll never keep. At night I turn, My skin it burns. With sweat soaked sheets, And tear stained cheeks, I pray for her return.
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