Friday, December 14, 2012

untitled

I choke,
fly through glass,

shattered love,
nothing left,

I choke,
soar through life

and find my love,
comfort in death,

my words,
disjointed,
broken,
hiding hope

my poems
are like sweet,
simple nothings,
and when I rise,

I crash,
at last. 

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