December 2009
7 posts
black-laced flats
pitter patter, my feet tries to move.
pulled by inhibition – i lack courage.
so i watch, ingloriously…my life goes by.
eyes, blinking uncontrollably, well in tears.
love is too hard. thus, a tragic ending.
no courage. so we retrieve into our holes of desperation.
my black laced flats are drowned with blood
from my hurrying attempts to break free
from the abnormal.
his hands pluck ever...
“Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this...”