Your touch is no longer desirable
The air is breathing
the warm touch of you
I am choked to the point
where the air is no longer
desirable,
nor is the touch
if you touch me,
you will do me irreparable harm...
posted by Lone-poet @ 2:45 pm
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
the warm touch of you
I am choked to the point
where the air is no longer
desirable,
nor is the touch
if you touch me,
you will do me irreparable harm...
Every human being has a dark side, and we almost keep it locked up in a box. If we let it out, it's either going to be an opened Pandora box or an enlightenment of the other familiar existence. (Lone-poet, 2005)
Already in Neverland
Looking Back to Recent Journey
- In a clean well-lighted cafe
- Because of you
- Someone out there is praying?
- If only you knew
- Before sunrise, before sunset, before I die
- Feeling not sure what you're feeling
- I will stay the same
- How can i miss you, if you won't go away?
- The hunched back of Notre Dame?
- The same simple face
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