Friday, February 7, 2014

And I sit
Feeling every word
Their sting
Their fire

And I dwell
On your voice
The hollowness of it
The emptiness of it

And I regret
The arrows I let fly
Their precision
Their swiftness

And I sit
Loving you until eternity
The chains of it
The pain of it

P.Frias


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