Friday, August 14, 2009

Day 25:Friendship

The Pacifics made my grip slip
I've lost touch with what's solid
Friends blurr from edges of lines we weren't sure if we held or crossed like our skin
What's the diffidence between love and love?
Between held and hold dear
I Remeber what most soon forget
The taste of your breath when broken secrest speak
Of a split chest bearing secrets
A 6 day excursion to rebreak and set hearts properly
Show scars like rubies
Like there was something beautiful
you were right
Some interactions deserve more than words discription
The word frienship only fits awkwardly on my tongue
There's something missing in the shock of broken ties.

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