Wednesday, April 01, 2015


The trees sway with the
Subtle motions of a bar
Full of drunkenness
It's as though my hands
Has suddenly come into
View, I might be drunk
In the cold winter air
She warms my shivering breath..
I miss her deeply.
Loneliness, is like
Being unable to breathe..
I might be dying.
her hips sway, like the
trees, under the influence
of a wind swept day.
Her breath fumbles through
The air, as it makes its way to
My shivering lips
When life becomes a
disheveled blur, Only then
will happiness come.

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