Sunday, August 10, 2014

Touch you, or let go

Charcoal breath shears my throat
as I try to clear it, of sorrows.

Fingers tremble with fear of abyss
as I try to smudge, the only colors.

Raindrops shatter tears on my cheek
as I bleed my soul, through my eyes.

Everything shatters with my touch
as I think, to touch you, or let go

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