Wednesday, February 24, 2010

A stain of fire

There on your clothes

You weren’t looking up

The air felt heavy

And your kiss wasn’t smooth

It felt wrong

But your words said otherwise

You told me to be at ease

You put your hand on my heart

You had something to say

But your mouth was a tomb

A graveyard full of bodies

Waiting on telling me your past

But your gates were strong

And your keeper was wise.

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