Thursday, May 6, 2010

on the back of a rose

you blew it!
no matter how hard your heart beats
I feel nothing but emptyness.
our skin is so close however
to me you´re gone.
I see your face
but my heart does not recognize your soul.
I feel nothing but the echo of your heart in my ear.
thump, thump, thump... nothing else, just the sound.

*I found this forgotten little poem, well, on the back of a bookmarker, one that has an ink-black rose drawing that I made a while ago*

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