Compression

by The WriTer   Jun 7, 2007


A surrounding feeling of what lies beneath
A tingle feeling in my chest continues to seep
An exasperation of cold air flows through
My eyes Fixed as my last gaze is upon you

A wallowing flitter comes from deep within
As little flies fly from in my skin
A hallow lost fills my veins
A silent emptiness does not make me sane

Even though you think I love you
Your Right, because I do
This love I touch I can not feel for another
A malicious cry as Im being smothered

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