Scattered thoughts
incoherant ramblings.
22 January, 2013
scraps
Truth be told I don’t miss you any more
How can I miss my own heartbeat
when its constantly beating with a lubdub
reminding me of you without your follies.
21 January, 2013
us
winter made us clasp our fingers so tight
they fitted like the puzzle pieces of a broken heart
summer drifted us apart
the puzzled broken heart scattered all over.
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