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Regarding...
No one has succeeded lately
in blowing my hair back
nor you my sentimental
butter cup
I have the remote
and I am in control
click on
click off
Come what may
I am out of words
an ink well
...well... empty
It is kind of strange
I wonder of a new muse
With swift movement
I open a window
whispering your name
Wind chimes resound
A humming bird
moves near me
An echo...echoes
My lips crack with thirst
Yet you will not deem
to moisten the tip of your finger
to soothe them
I am famished with hunger
yet you let not a crumb
fall from your rich plates
of your table
to sustain me
I am cold with loneliness
yet you will not touch me
nor allow your heart
to warm me
Parched
empty
and bare
The consequence
of decisions
The chosen path
of my lonesome trial
I judge only myself
I attach myself
to crumbling shackles
inside this blue room
until the walls consume me
I will to vanish
Outside this chamber
I hear flowers growing
I hear a song bird
I hear your voice
I am no more
or less
for these thoughts
This soft encounter
should have left you
with a ...warm... flush
Written by,
Abby lynn
©
2011
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