Monday, December 28, 2009

Day 161: voice

lately i sing myself to sleep
drink your memories like tears
i used to sleep to the rhythm of your heart beat
but from here
i cannot even hear your voice anymore
just try to turn your scent into kisses
on my skin
i hold the space next to me like lifeline wishing
for heartstrings to be able to pull cross continents and countries
cross language barriers
in ever language a tear is one begging to be held
so tonight
im drowning in myself
begging for more of you
wishing that my skin could hold your voice

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