You don't ...
care to see me
anymore, or say
goodbye ...
And I won't ...
even lie to you
I'm starting to cry for you
I miss you al-ready
I'm not at ease, as I ...
see you go ...
My heart is ...
opened and it
looks so emptied out--
embodied love fell down ...
I reflect you, by my side, would ride ... when I
war against winter ...
Estranged--weirded out ...
a haired fish immersed in dirt
burrowing fins efforting upward ... no air to breathe--
decaying, un-quickened--no, wet--o' ... a mess--
a mess, my word is ... your feet carry and wriggle away ...
the love and peace ...
How do you add "emptiness" ...
to me ....
Written By, Darkest Angel
Written November 25, 2010
r.w.
"My leaving tenant" (rough)
You don't ...
look here anymore--
with no goodbye--
won't I lie this time--only
one time ... starting to cry for you--
miss you already--not at ease, as I
see you go ...
Where you are ...
you must know that
My heart is ...
opened and it
looks so emptied out--
embodied love fell down ...
I reflect:
'you would be my guard,
when I go to war ...
against winter ... '
Estranged ...
weirded out ...
a haired fish,
immersed in dirt,
burrowing--fins efforting
upward to find ... no air to breathe--
the clads of decay and dry--no, wet--o' ... a mess--
a mess, my word is ... your feet carry and wriggle away ...
the love and peace ...
How do you add "emptiness" ...
to me ....
Written By, Darkest Angel
Written November 25, 2010
r.w. November 26, 2010
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