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bliss filled with torture of my love

 

Patience that floats smooth and sound

Silence ruling the finger tips

When the words don t slide

and the thought don t abide

 

Worrying the life

Killing the plight

Filling with fright

Punishing the sight

 

Sight that sees

The envy that resides

against the heart

against the mind

 

 

Worrying the life and worrying it a little more.

 



Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: Chris Issak- Wicked game