Mugshot

Mugshot

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

What makes me feel this way?
My skin still tingles with your touch, longs to feel it often
Anger, Angst, Confusion, Doubt
Cloud my mind,
I stumble, blind to what I want
Scraped up palms, knees bleeding hard
I collapse, alone on the concrete
My mind screams why
My heart screams no
My spirit fled long ago

There is nothing left but pain

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