Don't comment on my grammer - it is the way it is.
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chipped ice, burnt coffee, and unresolved days and nights,
the floor beneath my unsteady feet never felt so damn cold.
and restless. yes, my floor was suddenly restless.
this heart succumbed to a slight, yet steady pounding,
like the silent knocking upon my door at midnight.
dirty fingertips criss-cross across a lonely love letter,
covered with dirt from being forgotten amongst a closet.
words with no current meaning, and i's dotted with hearts,
hearts that happened to be smudged, smudged with regret.
my imagination keeps picturing such a sad, forlorn face,
yet, i feel a hand shock my soft face - his face is my reality.
a heart twisted into a million knots, tangled with infidelity...
broken - BROKEN. yet, only one wish jumps off of my tongue -
please god, i wish to have a warm floor under my feet again.
